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Bruce G Sparks
The gift of poetry has been handed down to me from my father, James Stewart Norton, whom I miss dearly. In 1992, he took his own life with a gun from the Civil War. I offer you these poetic rags in memory of his clever pen.
I dedicate each of these pages to my dear friend, Bruce G. Sparks. He recently passed in a tragic accident, which left many lives void. He remains a precious spirit, and one of my endearing muses’. He enlightened my life with wisdom, knowledge, love and an abundance of joy. May you stand in the warmth of God’s love.
I love you, Bruce,
Janell W. RadCliffe
