This Forgotten FieldAs I stand in this forgotten field,I remember the fallen, whose fate was sealedBy the hands of those who sawIt fit to punish by an unjust law.As I stand in this forgotten field,I wonder what weapon one could wieldTo take so many an innocent soulIn a struggle for power, to lose or control.As I stand in this forgotten field,I remember the heroes who tried to shieldThe huddling masses of women and men;To bring them back home from the wolf's den.As I stand in this forgotten field,I am pained by the wounds that have only just healed;And the poppies grow here, where two powers met,And always they remind us, lest we forget.
Anger ManagementPlease come in.All right.Now sit down.Aren't I allowed to lie down on a couch or something?Whatever is most comfortable for you.I'll sit.OK... so why did you come here?Because the police told me to.I see.I shouldn't be here. I don't need a shrink. The police can't actually order people to attend counselling without a judge, just make suggestions.Yes, and if the police make a suggestion, you follow it. And don't call me a shrink.Sorry, it's just...Go on....I sometimes write computer programs for fun----as opposed to--Please don't interrupt me. Like I was saying, I sometimes write computer programs for fun. One day I wrote a version of the famous ELIZA software. You heard of it?I think so. It pretends to be a Rogerian psychotherapist. Not too different from myself, except I think Carl Rogers was a bit nuts. Like the people I treat, in a way.You're supposed to be
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