he looked a little like
my father
in fact
he might have been my father
if some goddess
grand mother
had bothered
to perfect my old man
for me
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what was there not to like
learned things
mostly on his own
ran away from boston
made money
easily
retired in his 40's
lived long
saw all
got to be bald and fat
and
along the way
did dangerous experiments
invented really useful stuff
formed keen outfits
like fire departments
and mail services
and jolly as he was
he had
a foxy version
of
the don't tread on me
side to him
raised quiet
parlor rebel hell.....
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i 've come to think of him differently now
but that first take at ten
was the best one
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Posted by pinky at January 20, 2006 02:47 AM
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