Every once in a while as I write these pages
I get a rush in my soul connected to the ages
That the craft of carving out a tale
Echoes with history in every detail
Within my blood, there is some writing
There's also some teaching, a bit of acting
We don't tend to do family professions these days
But sometimes it emerges in curious ways
Some small little bit of DNA code
Some neurons meeting to form a node
Passed on through genetics and time
Helping me as I form my rhyme
Tracing my fingers and filling my heart
Giving me help to make my art
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