Curt Herrin Poems

Isn’t it funny how during our lifetime our space goes from small, to large, to larger, to smaller, to small, then we are right back where we started, within a small space.

Before we are born we are in a nice cozy warm space that fits just right. Suddenly, we emerge into the big huge world, only to be thrown into a space,2 feet by 5 feet, by 3 feet, our crib. We live in this space till we can climb to new heights and land on our head.
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