NO KIDS…FEW COUSINS…NO PROBLEM!

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That old country song describes

A place to meet other “tribes”…

Our relatives rarely

Face us squarely,

Or with us imbibe.

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We have to travel up there,

Into the high mountain air…

So relatives see

Us locally,

Getting up from their easy chair.

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My side are nearly gone,

We’ve rarely gotten along….

Just now and then,

We’ll act like friends,

Our messages rarely are long.

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–Jonathan Caswell