THE FIND
He dug a dig and found a skull
And cracked it open like a gourd.
A song from deep within that boney bowel
Not for eons sung escaped
And filled with beauty all the air.
He set aside his trowel,
Took the tune to heart
And sang it lest it go away.
Sang it far and sang it wide
And sang it all his day.
Humans here and humans there
Heard and came this man to see
And thought him sure of genius the progeny.
Only he knew where genius lay.
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I love this light hearted poem that my husband wrote. I only found it a few days ago and now I share with you. Love, annie in memphis
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