"She wrote, with simple innocents, About a world that once she could not see- She is a child, with beauty in her soul- I offer her my friendship- And hope the cruel, commercial world will not destroy her spirit, or spoil the innocence From which her great talent flows" - Nan Witcomb,1982. "You cant controll tommorrow, Its not your time to borrow. As the wheels of the world keep turning, Its the world that we are burning." -Slinky Nandita, just now.