A hedgehog sat upon a log And ate a purple fig. Soon, all that he had left of it Was half a purple twig. Next morning, he arose anew; Declared that he felt fine. Except for one development, He now had purple spines!
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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