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Title: Ten Dozen Months Author: Robert Decker Publisher: Power Plot Publishing Form: Hardcover Illustrated: --- Number of Pages: 259 ISBN: 978-0-9798808-2-7 Price: : $14.95 + $0.00 (Shipping) = $14.95 Click Order Form to Order

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 PREFACE

Having mastered the mechanics of versification during the first year of junior high school in Columbus, Ohio, and publishing mainly in the Ohio State Journal and Scimitar and Song, I continued composing lyrics, ballads, sonnets, and narratives through senior high school and five years of college at The Ohio State University, majoring in French, English, and Spanish, in which I achieved a master's degree. Except for a couple of poems produced within days of entering the U. S. Army Signal Corps in Georgia, I never produced another verse of poetry. After two years in the military, I directed my writing skills toward the production of foreign language books, short stories, articles, and two novels, abandoning the earlier poetry career that spanned but ten dozen months, ending at age twenty-three.  

STEREOTYPE 

Switch blades and zip guns and sling shots and such,

Tough guys with nicknames like “Little Dutch,”

Rumbles and tumbles and gang wars and sluggings,

Car thefts and purses from back-alley muggings:

That’s what grown-ups think teenagers like.

Zipping through streets on a loud motor bike,

Nothing to do but look for trouble,

Looking for girls that like to ride double,

Girls with lipstick, eye shadow and all,

Aiming in life to just have a ball:

That’s what grown-ups think teenagers do.

They’ll say it and say it till someday it’s true.

   LYING

Mary I’d have to just ignore

If she told me she was dying,

For Mary never told the truth

And I’d think that she was lying.

I’d like to see her walk a mile

And not say it was three;

I think the day they bury her

She’ll say they buried me!

THE FOG

It rolls in from the misty sea

Or simply downward drifts;

It cloaks the world with ghostly sheets

Until it gently lifts.

It leaves a choking in our throats,

A touch of fear inside;

And for a moment one might think

The whole of earth had died.

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