By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com Date: 30 October 1998
In the October of my heart there is a chill that makes everything crisply new. In the October of my heart there is a field of love ripened for a generous harvest. In the October of my heart I am moved by the beauty that colors the autumn sunset with you. In the October of my heart there are feelings awaiting flight toward the South of your love. No wonder I love October… 10/23/98