Dovina24 Jul 2005

It's the POV that's differnt. In the case of my poem, I know that he knows, and that he realizes he could only do good engineering under the umbrella of the Company, and incidently with the sexual stimulus of a certain draftswomen. My knowing that is what makes it so much like breasts against his hairy chest. Doesn't that ring with a major difference for you, or is it all about the bridges and stuff like that in your world?