I tried.... br To be a nice gal........... br And now I br Wonder Why br I even tried... br br We write, br Through sweat, br Blood and tears... br And all of our years, br Our anguish, our fears, br Seem to be wasted, br br Because when we post br The things that mean the most, br The things that we have lived through, br And cried our souls out about, br All the joys and sorrows, br The todays, and maybe br The tomorrows, our hopes, br Our fears, and those br We hold Most Dear... br br POEMHUNTERS PULLS THE RUG br RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER US...... br AND WE ARE LEFT, br LYING FLAT OF OUR BACKS.... br WONDERING IF ANYONE GOT br THE NUMBER OF THE HACK br WHO RAN US OVER...... br br This poem is dedicated to a very dear friend, Donall Dempsey, whose favorite poem was pulled by PH management. Big Brother is alive and well....and living with PH management........