Saturday, July 28, 2007

Riddle Four

Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.

I'm losing my roomie to a man. Soon Hannah will wed. Whatever will I do?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Weird. Who woulda thunk it when we moved in a mere four months ago?!

You've been an amazing, patient roomie to me all this time.