lets just say tenk is awesome
....Ilona, my Ilona, wherefore art my Ilona

<- Ilona's face when she reads the above
leaveing tenk brings me to great saddnes like a fall bitten tree that has lost its leaves, and then as winter closes and my hearth is cold, there comes an angel, and angel that brings no life and she ,like the sun, warms my days and brings me back from a darken days, her name be Ilona

<- Ilona's face after she read this
....i like old poems like shakespeere because i understand them, and because i guess i get bored sometimes at the farm.........i made up the post above so it is original

<- Ilona's face after she read this bit above