A poetry Collection. Now Lunk has taken to his bed, swearing not to write one more word about C, and muttering 'bloody garden', it behoves (Love that word, don't you?) me (and Anima) to fill out his shoes, with soil and flower seed. So we will be 'enditing' as from now until he decides to rejoin the world. Yours indubitably Gong Keep churning out those waves!!