By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 04, 2016 Any Father to His Boy By Herbert H. McKusick Up from the bottom’s mud and slimeThe water lily grows;And from a twisted stem, in time,There blooms a fragrant rose. Yet with the answer I am muteTo this, the strangest one:That from this gnarled, unlovely rootShould spring so fine a son. (1935) ...
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