Just in time you save the line
The max defined of computed form
We take it all and start back from nine
Counting down to zero is our true norm
The back and fourth and up and down
What's to gain from nature and nurture
Spin the trail from head to ground
Decision seeps into our future
Thus is what is mine to cherish
And all the love I expose to be
The thought and scent escapes perish
Future discourse discloses the we


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.