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Sep 2010
Whenever I feel perplexed
About my everyday
Existence

I simply sit down
with pencil and pad

and usually write about
the things which are sad.

Not this time however.
This is a happy poem.
Januaray 28, 1972
Allen Smuckler
Written by
Allen Smuckler
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