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"Have a heart that never hardens, a temper
that never tires, a touch that never hurts."
-Charles Dickens
(Our Mutual Friend.)
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Melvin owned a very large T,
Far larger than they are expected to be.
With very slick corners that reflected the sky,
And anything else that meandered on by.
He was thrilled, of course, to have finally found
A gem of a find when July edged around.
A great silent E, which he quite thoughtfully
Placed right there beside his very large T.
And he happily dusted them primly, they say,
Watered them three-and-a-half times a day.
He preened over them just like a mother hen,
As the summer time cleverly tick-tocked away.
When September sneaked in with a whisper,
And October came in with a gale,
Melvin guarded his babies with vigor,
Every hint, every shade and detail.
When something stretched and flailed out for light
And it took the odd form of an S
Melvin almost tugged the shoots right out with their roots,
But decided he'd take time and assess
The if and the but and the what-do-I-do?
As he watched over his T with a strong four-by-two.
When in but a week that small S grew so well,
He swelled up with pride as far as Melvin could tell..
It had a fine curve, 'twas the finest he'd seen,
Over here, over there, far and wide, in-between.
He had such a fine T . and with this E-type vignette.
Marvin thought he had one heck of a set.
Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler