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aaduna kicks off National Poetry Month: Ellis, Nightengale, Agyekum, Das

I treasure the few times my father, a man who rarely judged or intervened and chose his words carefully, tried to guide me:
- “Did you write your grandmother?” - “Reputation doesn’t mean much.” - “Remember, this will be difficult for her.” - “Don’t speak like that about our country.”
Often I wish he’d said more. I was a confused soul then - as now. A little more advice couldn’t have hurt!
Well, it might have hurt.

© 2017 Jim Ellis Auburn, NY

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