
Sorry Papa. These poems suck. But I will never forget the time when you LISTED such words and names as: democracy, relativity, dictators, Mencken, Waldon Frank, broom, Dempsey, and Ezra, and declared that they were all "the shit". That really made me laugh, and did a great job of filling the page. And sir, you are right. Home is not only "where the heart is", it is also "where the fart is". Unfortunately, now I actually have an idea of what Hemingway's farts smelled like. So epic were his farts, that they stuck onto pages and became this book. Hey, my farts can't do that. Way to go Papa. *****
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