I remembered something this morning, a childhood memory that's not really important but it made me smile. Rick asked me what the "homework machine" is and I told him a Shel Silverstein poem. That thew me back to 5th grade and Mrs. Davis' perfect poets wall (since we had to memorize the The Homework Machine). Remember how we would change rooms
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