There is no Paper like a bush
To bring us today’s news
No Mystery Book more crowded
With tantalizing clues –
Of strangers to the neighborhood
Of good or ill intent
Of all we need to apprehend
In how one twig is bent.
About The Author
Malcolm McCollum
Malcolm McCollum served in the US Army from 1964-1966. After that he taught English literature and composition, humanities and music history for 35 years at Colorado colleges and universities. During those years he also worked as a journalist, musician, bartender and criminal defense investigator. He has published Dmitri's Agenda, The Guards (poetry), My Checkered Career and The Aim Was Song (memoirs). He can be reached at zerblonski@comcast.net.
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