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245. Pampal

Pampal always smiled, even when we bumped his aching, swollen feet. He fed us forbidden Apple Jacks and proudly served us his favorite oatmeal. A newspaper pressman, he typed alphanumeric artworks and entertained with funny paper tricks. Fly away, Jack!


Spot on. This one made me cry.

I was talking about him to my creative writing class the other day as we worked on visual poetry.