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Dave Schwartz

Published: November 24th, 2014

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G. David Schwartz - the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz is the author of A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue and Midrash and Working Out Of The Book Currently a volunteer at the Cincinnati J Meals on Wheels, Schwartz continues to write.
His latest book is Shards And Verse  (2011, Publish America).
What's the Name
Help me with my memory, a gift
given once by whom I have forgot 
But please let and allow me to thin
And if that be so when I shall recall 
My grandfather was a gift
To the world of intelligence  
He could clear recall 
On Feb. third who was in the hall  
But as for me
I have got no memory  
Its not s thing which I respect
In true fact I hate it like heck
But what is that to me    
I can’t recall;;, no memory
When I was young , out at school
I took tests which was the rule
I tool noted with pen and paper
Yet I always forgot where to get go 
So please allow me to sit
And cross my arms and think a bit
Stick Your Face Into Some Mums
Stick your face into some mums
That way you can feel real dumb 
And your face may be graced 
Why the tune on red 
At The Top of Kilimanjaro
At the top of Kilimanjaro
I realized my mistake
Some matches and some coffee
I should sought to take
But I was confused
Its not that I was dumb
I thought logically that
I'd be warm up near the sun
At the top of Kilimanjaro
Where there are no trees
There is a terrible really horrid freezing breeze
My Favorite Author and my Favorite Artisit
My favorite author and my favorite artist
Is one and the same old man   
I use to like in Greenwich Village 
Where he start a good band 
He play piano and harmonica
As well as Gibson guitar  
His work made me think a lot
And it made me smile 
And I wished that I’d meet him
So we could jam a while 
But then I knew 
That without picture none would believe
That he and I were n the same 
Although I do sound like him  
And I have wished all my life 
That I was able to write 
Only half as well as him
Yes sir that it right
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