.......I have an urge......to honor an urge.............

(as he sits in the middle of the classroom,with Everybody Else)

......in awl he sits....and gazes(disassociates)in amazement and ponders....

......the power of the written word....in its proper perspective...of course.......and how the value of healing secretly hides within the structure of the sentance itself.

As a child,he was told,writing is nothing. As an adult, he is breaking those chains of endearment(as he hands the bat,prefrably the 2 1/4 inch x 3 foot fence pipe, to the fed-ex man; marked for metal recycling).

In this class he forsees,tranquility,kindness,caring,understanding and due to isolation, a community or class of top notch people, learning and teaching beyond the concept of reason.

............and as he sits in awl, in the middle of the classroom(with everyone else)he acknowledges his gift of awareness(today)and deeply admires the change that has been written(because of the healing power buried deep within sentance structure).....especially within Catherine2...

...............................sparrowstail

...............................life aint nothing but a funny,funny riddle
...............................thank god I'm a country boy(at heart)

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