Ceci, very gland to be a friend with, at least, i think i am your friend now for you let me see you home page. you are the talent ceci, never confuse about the future, future is the line which we can not seize in life untill we die. laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sand old earth must borrow its mirth, but has rouble enough of its own. Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyfu sound, but shrink from voicing care.There are none to decline your nectared wine, But only alone yourself must drink life's gall. be happy, yours Roger