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Thick things that throttle thriving thoughts,
thus these thorny thinking Theists
thrilly thunder their throaty throbbing theories thermally,
though theatrically thieving thespians thanked them thriftly,
thoroughly thawing this thread thin theme’s thrust.
R.A.Hull
B-Ham
May 23rd, 2001
This poem was inspired at a party talking with 3 men from Quebec. I was feeling linguistically challenged. I inquired as to difficult sounds for them, and Th came to the top. And this soon followed. Years later in 2009, I was going to the Memorial of a friend in Calgary. I was detained at the Border, for secondary screening. A Canadian Border Agent. went through my wallet, found, and read, this poem. The Guard laughed, calling it “An alliteration…”
Although a copy is safely preserved by the Authorities, it has previously, never been published.
Backup Experience 
As soon as I started reading that poem I realized this was the one Customs found on your way up to Roman’s memorial. It meant so much to us that you were there that weekend, hanging out as part of the family. For all the sadness, that weekend still makes me smile as I think of Roman, lingering in spirit, seeing all his friends drinking Guinness and playing music. You were good to Roman and we always felt better that he had family in the PNW when we so far away in Alberta. We knew if he really needed something, you would be there.
I love the reference to the Quebecois, I’ve always enjoyed their pronunciation of “th”. Tursday, toughts, tunder,. Not all that dissimilar from the Newfiie saying “Lord Tunderin’ Jesus”
Sitting around tonight waiting for dinner, listening to Larry Norman. You need to come by soon and listen with us. I know you ran into Dawn recently in Hardware Sales. Make a point of coming by this weekend. Don’t think we have much planned other than more renos.
Take care my friend,
James