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According to Joe
Joe Gedan
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Who loves ya, baby?
Who is it that always remembers me?
It's often very hard to see.
My mom, it is she, perhaps
But she often has a memory lapse.
No card was received on the fifth of May
Which the family knows as my birthday .
This year my brother was working hard
And he forgot my Christmas card.
For greeting cards, who can I depend
For a commitment that will never end?
There is only one, he's heaven sent
My ever faithful insurance agent .
Daily headlines inspire the poet in Joe Gedan, a retired U.S. magistrate judge who lives in Honolulu. His observations on the news appear on Sundays and Fridays.
gedan@hawaii.rr.com
