I once heard of a lumber jack Who got caught in the milling saw. It cut his left side clean away; His arm, his leg, his jaw. Someone said that he survived But I really don't see how. If so, I know its been some time, He's probably all right now!
This is a collection of some of our favorite poems written by our husband and father.
"To the Dad whose hobbies are as varied and vast as the interest of his children, but whose poetry is his own. Thank you for sharing your literary gifts and for the insight each one gives into the you inside you."
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