Tuesday, October 27, 2009

In Which I Squee For A Wonderful Guy

Today is Seventh Son Day, a long while
In coming. As we watch his numbers rise
With J.C. Hutchins, let us pause and smile
For him and us. At last our poor wee eyes
Partake in what our ears so long have known!
That baby-faced JC is sure no slouch,
That there's no pleasure quite like when our own
Do well. That sprawling out upon the couch
With paperback or Kindle is more fun
When it's a friend in there. Oh, JC, dear!
While Personal Effects was a delight
And brought the chills and of course brought the fear,
It's this one that feels like the triumph of
Your work and friends and all you've come to love!

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