Clifford Paris, Sr.
Comments about Clifford Paris, Sr.
Imagine If I could put you in a word.
The sound of it, almost as beautiful as your name.
When your word was spoken, we could feel your presence,
A thousand times a day you could appear
And everyone could hear.
We would have the sense that you were close. The word even sounds warm and, as solid as I stand here, we would have instant company and we could have coffee.
A companion from a word in a sentence, spoken. You might become relentless. If your word was common, like “the” or “of” or two words together, like these, even more common, like...