Impeaching - Poem by Saiom Shriver
None dared reproach
nor to preach
gainst the fragrant
gentle tree of peach
as the sun daily
did the tree im-peach.
to M Duffy who cared not for academic snobbery and as a nonagenarian was driving
several hundred miles on weekends to see her daughters and their families.
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