Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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To Ingegerd. How often Sweden pulses through my mind-- Both genetically and experientially. The plunder, but wisdom and ability Of those who founded the government of Rusland. (The Land of the Redheads!) And trade routes from the North to the land of Egypt. Perhaps a small amount of what I consider my wisdom May have come from those forebears. . . . But of course there is always mixed in, My Celtic, Armenian, and the clever others Who formed my phylogeny, Passing on to me (among others) My haplogroup g on the Y chromosome, Manifested now in my ontogeny! I do miss you, dear Swede. F. . Frank Maurer 19 March 2023. 1255 PM.