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The baker's wife is neither surprised nor impressed when he brings her cakes and pastries. The child of a joiner can take or leave a treehouse. But since I am not a poet, I hope you can take these inelegant lines, their lack of rhyme or rhythm and their false humility and read this in them: After all this time you still make me think and see in new and unusual ways and for that, and all else besides, I thank you.
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 4:36 AM UTC
I am Not a Poet
The baker's wife is neither surprised nor impressed when he brings her cakes and pastries. The child of a joiner can take or leave a treehouse. But since I am not a poet, I hope you can take these inelegant lines, their lack of rhyme or rhythm and their false humility and read this in them: After all this time you still make me think and see in new and unusual ways and for that, and all else besides, I thank you.
alan-mcclure
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 4:36 AM UTC
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