it was what she loved, frogs; yes she was a girl, computers she liked the Internet, a set of colored pens, were the doorway into her mind, they were her only downfall, my love for her involved so much more, then just feelings, it was altogether different, a feeling not simply explained; the frogs should have alerted her, by making some sort of noise, for the intruder found what he needed inside her computer, and the pens found the river of her life, the moon remains shining, the night wore on, as the lake of fire spread beneath; her body...... by Joshua Farmer dedicated to all of the innocent victims of VIOLENT crime. 11-04-99