This book is a collection of prose, blank verse and poetry. Much of the material began as poetry that sometimes evolved into song lyrics. I don't set out to create rhymes, but they end up that way if I'm anywhere near a guitar. I'll usually read the things I'm working on out loud. If it sounds funny, stupid or God forbid, profound, I'll let the rhythm of the words call the shots. Some of the material is rather old. "The Hand Wound Clock" had its start...
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