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Norman E Dale
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Norman E Dale Poems
- Old Ted He sits alone upon his bed, his aging fur ...
- Fat And Fun The experts say that sex each day, is the ...
- Fear Not Fear not that I will speak of things I should no ...
- Robin's Cough. The Robin sat coughing, one morning in June,...
- Letter's Home (A Soldier's Lam... Just a note to say ...
- Morris Minor, I bought a Morris Minor, well, I thought ...
- Addiction For he who would through needle seek, some other ...
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Old Ted
He sits alone upon his bed,
his aging fur threadbare.
I've always called him just old Ted,
cos he was always there.
He wiped my eyes when there were tears,
yet never moaned, or frowned.
He held my hand through childhood fears,
he was good to have around.
He'd be there with his knowing look
and an enigmatic smile,
He taught me more that any book,
about patience, poise and style.
He watched them as they'd come and go,
the toys, the girls, the years,
but through it all, he never showed,
bad temper, stress nor tears.
Now he ...
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