timothy-clarkeWhisper

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The Daughter I Never HadShe’s the daughter I never had, / All grown now, I am not her Dad. / All her childhood, I did not see
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Rainbow SonnetOnce a man stood in rainbow light / While the magic considered his measure / She knew at once this man was right
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What Do You Do (Final Exam Stress Poem)What do you do when the test is through and so are you? / When you have given your all and have time to stall? / You pray to your God, only he'll help you now.
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GrapesEating grapes in bed is not dumb / They taste real good and leave no crumb
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The Hard Thing (Final Exam Stress Poem)The hard thing about being me, / Is putting up with my insanity. / The hard thing about being you,
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Bermuda TriangleHe needs not a compass, newfangle / Gets so lost he needs an untangle / When he sails on her seas
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Single Socks SuckSingle socks suck. / (well they do...)
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Far Away Miss (Limerick)There once was a far away Miss, / Who wished she could give her man bliss. / She knew what to do,
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Slaying DragonsHe rolls out of bed / He drops out of his rack / He puts on his armour
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His Last ProjectMy Father passed away this Fall, finally overwhelmed by the Pulmonary Fibrosis that had slowly taken away his air and his vitality over the past 5 years. Right before he died, I had the honor of being the assistant engineer on my Dad’s last project. In his last month, my Dad had became focused on his “router project”. Dad had sent Mom to the store to find a very specific and necessary screw. They had spend hours bolting and unbolting the router from underneath the saw table. With the help of mom, Dad had spend much of his precious last breaths of energy shaping pieces of aluminum and drilling and tapping holes in order to accomplish... “something”. / Mom was getting a little frustrated by the whole thing. She was indulging his efforts, but she didn't understand what he was trying to accomplish. After I had been working with him for a few hours she asked me if I could tell what his objective was because she couldn't understand why he was spending so much energy and effort on a router. I explained it this way, "Mom, he is just tying up loose ends while he can. He doesn't want the router to fall when the next guy uses it. He is making a safety device. It is important to him... I'll help him figure it out" / Truth is, I had already figured one thing out, Dad's design had a serious flaw. He has made some serious miscalculations about the direction which gravity acts. His "safety catch" would only prevent the router from floating up to the ceiling. He knew it didn’t work but he was not able to understand why. His very sharp mind was being worn dull by lack of oxygen... I broke the news to him as gently as men do “Well, Dad, your idea won’t work. Not ever going to work. I am pretty sure we have to abandon it, unless gravity is going to start pulling things up to the ceiling some time soon.” and then I cut him a little slack... “But I think the general idea is a good one... let me see if I can think of a way to modify it”
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