Origin of a Specious Poet

BABBLE-ON
Scott Donald Sanderlin
Comments/Correspondence to:
sunfoof
(C) MMV

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This is a poem that my Father wrote for my Mother . . . long ago (Now you see whereof I get my talent[?]):

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When me is with thee,
The time it does flee.
When me is alone,
The time it does groan.
--j.c.sanderlin
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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds