Your Name: Your E-mail: Friends Name: Friends E-mail: a Poem: Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. /By: Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859)/ Message: Found on this website: