Starting From Zero, or, We Stand on the Shoulders of Giants
I marvel at where things come from! Straight pins, Chevys, the Queen Mary - All one time were in the dirt of iron ore, Waiting to be cooked free into ingots! Who would even think of doing that! Someone else, not me. This t-shirt on my back came from - A cotton field, you say? I've seen me lots of... Sign in to see full entry.