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A Poem by Seymour Brownstein

The romantic notion that in marriage at last
Romance will last and last and last,
Will last the least is true in fact,
Alas, alsas, alas.

Thank You

A Poem by Seymour Brownstein

Pitter, patter, it doesn’t matter
Who disrtupts the quiet.
All we have is children’s chatter,
Quite a crunchy diet.

Ode to My Four Year Old Daughter, Pami

A Poem by Seymour Brownstein

Little lady climbing all over me,
One would believe I’m a ramp,
Grand hugger would be more appropriate, maybe,
I love her the little scamp.

Reaching heights of delight I never could reach,
Her kiss on my cheek like morning dew wine,
all made possible with one little screech,
Little Pami, at four years old, mine.