Here's the poem he delivered at my
commencement several centuries ago:
Hey, Sonia,
Please meet me in Fredonia.
I'll give you a begonia.
What do you say?
Won't ya?
Afterwards a group of about seven of us
took him up the road to see Twain's house.
And I told him that the funeral parlor the next
house up was a stop on the underground railroad
during the time M. T. was there. And he
wondered aloud "about how many of the
good people of Hadleyburg* were corrupted
by that knowledge."
* Hadleyburg is generally considered to be
modeled after Fredonia, New York.
Gerald S.
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