Here's a little poem I wrote last night. Sadly it's a true poem. Well almost. The tears may be exaggerated a little... Corky Sly Conner I can never find Corky, I guess I'm stun as a louse. I search for him every time, The Downhome is in my house. I turn every single page, I've even shed a tear. I've looked high, I've looked low, But can't find him anywhere. Before I get too bloomin old, I have one simple wish, That when the next issue comes, I'll finally find that fish. Patsy Humby Morley's Siding, NL   Submitted By: NULL