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A poem dedicated to my son.
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We in Life's Spring, Season of Birth,Of blossoming buds and a vivid Earth,Of green potentialities and golden personalities,Have no idea what it's wort..
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In the Valley of Elah, three thousand years past,In the scorch of summer, on plains dry and vast,Two great forces assembled for war,The Philistine for..
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Born in Koblenz, 1801,Sweet as honey and bright as the sun,A shoemaker’s boy his memoir begun,At the age of eighteen, a student at Bonn.There he..
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A Story by Grant
A story about an underestimated father.
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A Story by Grant
Story of a heroic father who met a tragic end.
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