From nearby close proximity I looked, beheld, and I saw me
With inclinations of proclivity,
Leaning obliquely toward perdition,
Trapped by altered, changed transition,
Doomed to redundant repetition!
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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