A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
'Piers'...'pliers'? Interesting. Left brain reaches right brain. Do we become more of the former as we age? Just wondering....
Willie,Maybe age, maybe. Poem is composed of two sentences, 19 syllables each, in which piers rhymes with years and pliers with fires. However, my right and left brains always unite in alarm when my pier is on fire. Now where are those damn pliers?Geo.
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