Looking forward to a beautiful ride down the river, a blizzard came and scared us away. What else could I say, but I'm a rhymer today. No rafting in West Virginia, hey. A little too cold for Shea. A blizzard with gust of wind that made tall oaks sway. And off went the Lampi party away.
Special thanks to Al Silverstein for His great poems I grew up with. I think his name was Al, not sure, but I'm 50% sure His last name is silverstien.
Monday, April 04, 2005
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I believe you're thinking of the late great Shel Silverstein. Perhaps easily confused with his colleague Weird "Al". They were both poets of different sorts. What would Mrs. Bozin think? Sorry to hear about the rafting trip!
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