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Random First Lines:I have taken some time to develop my coaching handbook that includes my coaching philosophy in regards to the game of baseball and what would be... » Read
In the when the sun has gone down behind the trees, thoughts come, like friends or like foes, to disturb the corridors of peace. This poem is the captured thoughts of such an evening and is intended to celebrate the randomness of ideas as they occur, and their connectivity.