My Genealogy Poem
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For Christmas Day dinner We dined with those dear,
I'd set aside records updated that year.
Tell stories of our folks who'd set out a plate.
Oh my how we loved them. Their dinners were great.
I mentioned far places where kinfolk were born.
Cite towns with strange titles abandoned or worn.
Cause all of our children were hard to impress,
I'd sit as I pondered that day without stress.
What clues can be given? What hints to remind?
So we won't be old folks our offspring can't find.
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