By kevin urenda, kluless70 @hotmail.com Date: 13 April 1999
Sometimes my heart is like a checking account. I pay all my life’s bills from it. And sometimes you are like a little kid. “Let’s buy this or that,” you say, and when I respond that there is no money in the bank, you say, “But you can still write a check, can’t you?” 2/26/99