Well, damn my sieve of a memory! My darling Boo was correct. It seems my old poetry book is entombed in the mythical, green box marked as "notebooks". It will be an archeological undertaking of epic proportions to extricate it but I'm up to the challenge. I think. So, I will endeavor to have it by this coming weekend. Then we'll see what can be salvaged from the angst ridden poetry of my youth. Until such time I'll be writing about other things. What things? How should I know?! rolleyes
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