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Dear Jim,

It sounded great! What great editing! Thank you! My kith and kin would thank you except I couldn't get them interested enough to listen... Did I ever tell you that I am the only right-brained person in my family... I discovered this after learning how to tell the difference with a simple trick. It truly means that I'm from a planet that my family didn't come from and that my vague feeling that I was an alien growing up in a strange house, or that I was switched in the hospital nursary, was substantiated, which is another story altogether.

This calls for a sonnet:

Jim Berryman

A Silly Sonnet
By Izzy Sommers

Jim Berryman lived in our Buffalo,
Just south and east of South Ontario;
He plied his trade and made impressions on
Some folks in West New York, Toronto and
In Pennsylvania and in the land
In range of every FM radio
From Timbuktu to Xanadu and too
From Coventry to Normandy to true
Sequestered ancient Scottish tribes who dig
Virginia Reels and Irish River Jigs.
It makes one take a step toward Jim B.
Of BY REQUEST and recognize that he
Determines quality and quantity
And says hello to silly poetry.

The End

(C)Izzy Sommers
Welland, Canada
Spring Campaign, 2008.

It's all good Jim, the music, the patter, the tweeter and the woofer. Mazel Tov! Felicitations! Congratuliere! Kudos and enjoy the applause.

Later. Izzy