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To: HG who wrote (8982)	2/25/2002 11:19:17 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13015

A Recipe for an Episcopalian He used to leave the tomato leaves To dry on the windowsill. Separated; The largest on the left, Diminishing in size Until there was just a scrap of green left, The baby of the family. Once dry, the leaves were so fragile A strong gust of wind could crack them. He put them into soups, sauces and Sauerkraut: odd for an Episcopalian. I remember his Sunday sermons, Severe for a man who took such care With the leaves of tomatoes. But as we both grew older, and I learned How the family had fallen apart, I realized the importance of tomato leaves-- Making order out of chaos, Letting the juices dry, Keeping us all in line. Jessica Anthony, the winner of the @10K prize @Poetry.com

To: HG who wrote (8982)	2/26/2002 2:35:38 AM
From: X Y Zebra	Respond to of 13015

Candle In the Wind Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They sat you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seemed to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Lonliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died The press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe ~ Elton John