Walter's Paczki

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    A tribute to one of the last great news men.

    Walter's Paczki

    I sat here waiting for you,
    And you did not return.

    The house was silent,
    Yet full of people.

    I thought that maybe we'd get one last look at the news,
    Followed by your consumption of me.

    Oh Walter,
    you kept it real.

    The news was not full of emotion,
    It was there to report on what was going on.

    You enjoyed my forefathers as dessert,
    Each time you watched the evening news.

    Today I begin life,
    Knowing that you won't eat me.

    I will forever be remembered as,
    Walter Cronkite's last Paczki.

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    dumplin commented on Walter's Paczki

    09-04-2009

    A time long lost to us. Those days are forever gone, unfortunately. It was a simpler time then and ppl were so much nicer to each other. shame
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    Singcanary commented on Walter's Paczki

    08-27-2009

    nice flow and depiction of Walter...you knew him well I see...a bite of real life here. thnks
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    Troubador commented on Walter's Paczki

    08-25-2009

    Who knew that you knew the great anchorman Walter Cronkite that must have been real fabulous. The poem was really great I enjoy how you personify the donut it is really thought provoking how a donut can think
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    patricialouise commented on Walter's Paczki

    08-05-2009

    I miss him too. But not the Paczke. Da, I live in Poland. Keep feeding me poems please.
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    papapaczki

    08/27/2009

    Ah, so you can get a daily dose of Paczkis. They truly are a work of art.

    bitchywitch commented on Walter's Paczki

    07-31-2009

    This is hilarious yet poignant. It is strange when those things we take for granted just vanish. Who knew he was such a fixture til he was gone..I like this.
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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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