Well, here I sit in the wee hours of the morning, and as it would seem I have sparked a fire. I can not get back to sleep for all the activity in my noggin'. I awoke earlier to what I thought was the...
"To rest upon this thunderhead," "The whirling winds and dins of dread," "My heart races..." "It is hard to think with this heavy brow," "The trolling nets," "Filled with pounds..." "I need to cry.....
