I pulled a random box out of the garage that I thought would be filled with paperback Sci-Fi books.

No. This Box had poems.

back when mi laddie thought AI was a poet, no less.

crap.

one scrap of paper had one -

as I heard my son read it off -

oh, damn, - I did not write that.

I never did all that...

(did I?)

I was immensely relieved when I finally remembered - I DID NOT WRITE THAT!

”Wasted Rock Ranger”