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Author Biography Alan Balter Alan Balter was born in Chicago and attended the Chicago Public Schools. He matriculated at the University of Illinois in Urbana in 1956 and earned a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology (1960) and a Master’s Degree in Special Education (1962) . He taught adolescents with developmental delays at Niles Township High School West for two years before returning to the University of Illinois and completing a Ph.D. in Special Education in 1968. While completing his degree, he taught undergraduate courses at the University of Illinois. He worked as the Director of Secondary Special Education Services in Skokie, Illinois (Niles Township High Schools) before joining the faculty in the Special Education Department at Chicago State University. There, over a tenure of 32 years, he prepared teachers for children and adolescents with developmental delays, learning disabilities, and emotional disorders. Dr. Balter has published two nonfiction books: Divided Apple: A Story about Teaching in Chicago and Learning Disabilities: A Book for Parents, both with Kendall-Hunt publishers. He has also published two novels: Holden and Me (Rockway Press) for which he received their international fiction award in 2006 and Different Ways of Being (Linkville Press) . His essay, “Cruel and Unusual Endings, ” about physician assisted suicide, appeared in the Op-Ed section of the Chicago Tribune in 2000. Dr. Balter and his wife Barbara, also a retired teacher, live in Northbrook, Illinois. They enjoy extensive travel and 14 grandchildren.)

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Tall Bobby Duvall

Tall Bobby Duvall


When Bobby Duvall was born in the fall
He looked like a regular child
But in no time at all, he was twelve feet tall
Growing like a weed in the wild

He lived in a house on the second story
That was facing to the north
But when he stretched out in all his glory
HIs head poked through on the fourth

He moved out west where the weather was best
And near San Francisco one day
He sat on the Golden Gate Bridge to rest
And dangled his feet in the bay

Bobby kept on growing with incredible speed
Never slowing for even a while
Though it might be hard to believe indeed
He lengthened to more than a mile

Bobby lay down at the age of fifty
Still not fully grown
His head on a pillow was mighty nifty
With his feet in another time zone

Bobby Duvall lived to ninety-five
Rambling from here to there
There's a good chance he'd still be alive
Except outer space has no air

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