Things get stuck in my head. This is where I put them.
A poet friend of mine once wrote nothing but sonnets for an entire year, just to get the feel of words and the rhythms they create. Now he doesn’t have to.
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Hi, my name is Geoff Young. Mental Shrapnel is my personal blog. The primary focus is music, but my mind tends to wander, so most anything is fair game. About the only thing I won’t discuss here is baseball. I rattle on endlessly about America’s pastime at Ducksnorts (San Diego Padres) and Baseball Digest Daily (everything else).
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