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Daily Archives: August 23, 2003
Who’s Who and What’s What
For many years, my father’s name Followed Rich Little’s in the book “Who’s Who in America”; and There were times I wondered aloud Whether it might have been better To be a different man’s son. Only a few lines of … Continue reading
The Crepe Myrtle
To see the stump there in the yard, Its edges barely higher than the grass, You’d never know the tree that made A stand in that spot for so long. You might, when seeing flowered sprouts From that dead trunk, … Continue reading
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