There once was a man named Ed, Ed and Ed
The triplets seem to think they're not well-bred
Their Ma must have strung them
From one end and then hung them
'Cuz their color has drained to their other end.

(c) Carolyn Red Bear, 2009
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Carolyn did of our family write,

Back in 09’ before I got my blight,

Certainly we were then a threesome of Ed’s

The old man, Edvard, the next oldest, Pee-wee,

And the cutest & youngest of the group was of course me…

That tree represents all that is our family,

Thick, long-lasting & tall,

But you’ll note with no top,

Just like the rest of us, no brains,

With nothing up there, our necks have no strain…J

On Labor day we will all meet at Cousin Pats place,

To get there has become a great race,

My motorhome taking the extreme lead,

Pee-wee in his Exploder, carrying his mutts,

As well as the entire load of doggy feed…J

Keep up with this short series,

If you have any queries,

Feel free to put them forth,

And one of us will answer with at least a theory…J