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I read an interesting poem about how lawn mowing is like the ocean or something at Barnes and Noble in this poetry magazine.

I had the name of the author and I know the poem is a two-word title, and both words start with the letter D.

But now I cannot remember it for the life of me.

Ah, well. I suppose that means another trip is in order. ;) Any excuse to go there! I used to spend hours there, it was glorious. Of course, I can't do that anymore, but someday I will again.