Little town,
Small town Iowa,
Love Winthrop,Iowa’s library,
Yesterday, printing labels to send books away,
Upon the librarians desk,
Upon a stack,
Upon a stack sat a biography of Charles III,
As I gather my book labels up,
Turning rather then spining, I’m face to face,
Staring back at me upon a shelf,
Harry isn’t smiling,
Harry reminded me as a Winnie ass brat,
Who lost his toy?
Iowa doesn’t care,
History will see,
Harry went the distance to be with his family,
Harry loves his dad and Wills!
All the neigh sayers are assholes!
History might not mark this, but you have the courage this poet does not,
I had to find out I have a great nephew by a newspaper article because my God son Daniel Eric Mathis of Waukon,Iowa is a chicken shit,
He could not be bothered to stand up to my hand sister when she lied me onto Elder Abuse, but when a building in my home town was on fire ran into it to save strangers,
Spare,
Funny how soon people forget,
No one walked in Harry’s shoes, but Harry!
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