Hello Rather than ramble on and on about me for the duration of this thread I thought I would just let you read this poem/song I wrote this afternoon instead. On Returning You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you too lobster red, nothing said When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four & multiply by nine describe your divisions, anatomical derision Lobster head & lobster feet on arriving, with a third language tucked in your briefcase, next to your toothbrush along with a copy of the nouvelle observateure While your sons & daughters who registered naught under intensive electronic scanning you regard your body, with regard to events which with nothing planned Never lacked a sense of theatre On returning with the tan you've gained A head of world service, the best of your culture