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Random First Lines:While I was in the Navy, I showed up late for work one morning along with three other people. We were all told to write a short essay about the... » 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.