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I hope you enjoyed my little trip down memory lane.  I lived in Iowa, on a little farm.  The nearest house to us was about three miles away.  I was always a sickly child.  Very seldom let out to play. Then the magic day, I was all better! My dad hung the swing where I could be seen from a porch. I remember watching him hang it and even what the weather was like that day. The tree it hung from was so beautiful! I would actually worry about it being blown down durring one of Iowa's wind storms.  

I saw few playmates,
and yes, I guess you could say I was a lonely child.  I can't tell you how many hours I sat in that swing and talked to my tree. Ya know what?  Thanks for helping me remember one of the more pleasant parts of my youth.  Lesa

Drink punch...? Eat cake...? Sounds... complicated. I'm not sure I can muster the strength to do it.
- Booster  Super Mario RPG

Celes: Sabin! You're alive!
Sabin: But of course! You think a minor thing like the end of the world was going to do me in?
- Celes and Sabin  Final Fantasy VI

February is the BANE of my existance--it fuckin sux big green donkey dick.... I'm going to hibernate in Feb for now on: I'm sure my job will understand... RIGHT!!!

One early morning, I was wandering in a local church before a seminar, & happened into the Singles Class.  There was a sort of pleading poem on the board, genderless, aching for true love.  All the class had been invited to comment on it.  I left this, unsigned, as my way to make a point that there are more than two kinds of lovers....or Lovers.  1974. CAT mem.

This poem was originally the work of a young mind.  I wrote the first draft of this poem somewhere between 16 & 18.  I have redone this poem recently.