Field Of Home Calm (Rev) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Certain people - and certain mountains - were never
supposed to meet, this crocodile and Adobe Acrobat
Pro never meant to be - nor Climb Every Mountain to
be sung for my Internet experiences - it was a grave
mountaineering mistake, causing me great suffering,
first losing the highlight function - and also losing

‘Circled numbers’ which could not be retrieved though
I traversed the Internet, losing consciousness staring
fascinated at sing-song terms ‘dingbat’ fonts & kinds of
‘wingdings’ and an ‘arbitrary mask’ which specifies the
character types for a user - all sounding like whimsical
psychology where the function of the ego as

One of many possible characters is described, but when
I enjoyed myself with idle speculation, along came this: a
mask setting of AAA-p#999 accepts input BOE-p#767
my brain exploded, shooting the little alien right out of his
abode in my head into cuckoo-land & ‘validation’ means
to restrict entries to specified ranges ensuring users

Enter appropriate data for a specified form field; sounds
like a description of me learning what is appropriate to tell
Scorpio to keep the specified field of home calm intact; &
thus restricting this user crocodile to specific terms which
pleaseth the Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle