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Post by norman » Tue Apr 11, 2017 9:23 pm

Pop

There he sits
Chewing his Mail pouch
Always a happy camper
Never knew him to grouch

He walked along the road
With bucket and knife
Cutting weeds for hogs
He lead a peaceful life

He played cards with us kids
He laughed when he beat us so
His cheeks would turn red
As he laughed in a red glow

He liked to play rummy
As well as go fish too
And tell us old stories
The ones he well knew

We would sit in circles
Listening to scary tales
When he'd eat limburger cheese
We ran from that smell

Someone came and took him
And stuck him in a home
We took out the last of his cheese
And our dog buried it like a bone

Now and then I look back
To the days we spent with him
He was like a granpa to us
Yes old Pop was quite a gem

Written 4/11/2017 by Norman Hale Jr.
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A GENIOUS
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A FOOL
BUT OUR WORDS OF POETRY
IS JUST OUR EXPESSION TOOL

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