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Genealogist's DilemmaWhile looking up my family treeA horrid sight there I did seeThis horse thief stared right down at meI turned around and tried to fleePlease stop he called I'm Great Gramp BobAnd horses just my side line jobDon't be too quick to be a snobWith the elite I did hob nobPlease do not hide this sad researchI was a pillar of the churchUntil I did our name besmirchAnd toppled from my lofty perchFor if my acts do you displeaseBefore you cheer my obsequiesSearch your own life for errors pleaseAnd any deeds that smell like cheeseThe acts that you perform todayWill they look white or dapple-greyAnd in the future will they sayOh no, I have this DNA.Arthur L. GlasgowCopyright © 1997http://users.ap.net/~chenae/genpoem.html

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