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August 13, 2019


Keenan Powell

Oh my goodness, he did like those central girders, did he not? I once wrote a poem. It was called "Ode to Pyridium." Not nearly as good as your bridge poem, though, and my mother never saw it.


Thanks, I needed a laugh today. He died penniless? Of course, he wasn't going to make a living with that poetry. So glad you rose so far above that earliest influence. Love that your mom kept it.

Deb Romano

I’d like to believe he wrote those poems as a joke...poor guy.

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