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Poem On Starting I started out calmly tracing my tree, to find if I could, the making of me, and all that I had was a great grandfather's name not knowing his wife or from whence he came. I chased him across a long line of states and came up with pages and pages of dates. When all put together, it made me forlorn, I proved that poor grandpa had never been born. One day I was sure the truth I had found. Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. I looked up the record of one uncle John, but then found the old man was younger than his son. Then when my hopes were fast growing dim, I came across records that must have been him. The facts I collected made me quite sad. Dear old grandfather was never a dad. I think maybe someone is pulling my leg. 'm not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg. After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree, I can't help wonder if I'm really me. |