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August 13, 2019

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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.

krisneri

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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