Beschrijving
Through the years I have jotted down some thoughtsin poems, songs, and such just for my own amusement, or
the amusement of friends, or to express some thought I was
having at the time. Some I have shared and some I have
not, mainly because I thought no one but myself would be
interested in reading my rambling. They were scattered
here, there, and everywhere, either in a computer file (under
who knows what name) or on a scrap of paper thrown
in an old file folder.
For years my son, Mark, has encouraged me to
get all my \
