Skip to comments.on this day in 1809
Posted on 02/12/2019 4:02:59 AM PST by Bull Snipe
If Nancy Hanks Came back as a ghost, Seeking news Of what she loved most, She'd ask first "Where's my son? What's happened to Abe? What's he done?"
"Poor little Abe, Left all alone. Except for Tom, Who's a rolling stone; He was only nine, The year I died. I remember still How hard he cried."
"Scraping along In a little shack, With hardly a shirt To cover his back, And a prairie wind To blow him down, Or pinching times If he went to town."
"You wouldn't know About my son? Did he grow tall? Did he have fun? Did he learn to read? Did he get to town? Do you know his name? Did he get on?"
- Rosemary and Stephen Vincent Benet
Crack is a hell of a drug.
Maw & son think alike.
I remember that poem from my childhood.
Nancy Hanks Lincoln.
My father was born on this day in 1890. so was one of the presidents, I think... My dad was a powerful influence in my life. All I ever saw him do was WORK HARD. Happy birthday, daddy.
Now that you’re in the south, you can avail yourself of
the exotic recipes provided at the zoo. Who cares where
that critter is endangered, is he better fried or grilled?
You’re gonna fit in just fine.
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