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The Go To Man

This poem is about my husband.

Alan’s the Man

The Go To Man,

The man at the end

Of everyone’s phone.

Be it electrical

Or mechanical,

Not to mention


Alan’s the Man

Who’s here

For us all.

With an answer

For everything,

And a mind like a trap

He captures each thought

Weeding out any crap.

Be it political

Or rhetorical,

He avoids any folly

He’s no wally.

The perfect neighbour

The best of friends,

The Go To Man


Has a hand to lend.

And as a husband I feel

He’s really rather grand.


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