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To the great Kevin I dedicate this page. A child so sensitive, so smart. Behold the life that comes your way in a manner nice and bright. Do unlike your father in emotion, food or wine. But rather like your mother in many ways than mine. To you I dedicate this poem as someday you might feel the same "patter of little feet" ...and think of your pop, as I did of you today. |
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The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, I hear in the chamber above me From my study I see in the lamplight, A whisper, and then a silence: A sudden rush from the stairway, They climb up into my turret They almost devour me with kisses, Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, I have you fast in my fortress, And there will I keep you forever, |
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Kevin holding Martin's hand. This nocturnal monkey had the softest of grips and a palm not unlike our own.-Chulumani 2007 |
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Kevin waiting his turn before the final round of the 2007 ecuestrian nationals. The last rider of the field, in this case number 29-Los Sargentos, La Paz Oct. 2007 |
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Kevin waiting for his take - Twice national Chmpion(2006 and 2007) -Los Sargentos, La Paz Oct. 2007 |
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