Seems like I have almost gotten too big for my bridges online. Okay fine, very cool, great. Now what does my future hold? (Not an infant) but plenty of poetry babies from my fertile imagination. Maybe five million babies to give birth to before I die. That would be nice. But what about a wife? Could she handle five million poetry babies. I would put my hands up to her and tell her how sorry I am and then have more babies that day and the next. And they might all scream for milk and have dirty diaper s for all I know!?