My mother was a great collector of souvenirs.
As I (slowly) leaf through papers I've accumulated over the years - both hers and mine, hoping to throw some out, I've come across a page that dates back to 1964.
It's a poem my brother wrote that appeared in a school poetry collection.
I'll send a copy to my brother - to remind him... (I wonder if he'll remember!)
He excelled in many things - golf, baseball, math - to name a few. But I don't think he was known for writing poems!
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