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Poem: To My Son

“To My Son” Let no one make of you a thing to be prized, Nor cast off once inconvenient. Let nothing dim your curiosity, Nor bitter your intentions. Know that love and love alone Grew you and sustained you, And your father only ever claimed to be...

Poem: The Blank Page is a Lie Detector

The blank page is a lie detector More strict than we’ve ever known. When you compose or blather on, Your inner truth is shown. Stop short of telling everything And they’ll know it in the end: Too cowardly to share the tale Of what you did back then. ©2014...