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I found the following poem in my files. I do not know who sent it to me. It should bring a smile to the face of many of you.
I think that I shall never see
The finish of a Family Tree.
As it forever seems to grow
From roots that started very low;
`Way back in ancient history times,
In foreign lands and distant climes,
From them grew trunk and branching limb,
That dated back to time so dim,
One seldom knows exactly when
The parents met and married then.
Nor when the twigs began to grow
With odd named children, row on row.
`Though a verse like this is made by me
And the end's in sight as you can see;
`Tis not the same with Family Trees
That grow and grow through centuries.
(From Some Martin, Jeffries, & Wayman Families & Connections of Va., Md., Ky. And Ind. by Estelle Clark Watson)
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