What if you knew so much more
Than the stiffened others
That when you told them
Of the truth
They just rattled the pincers
In the white hot coals And smiled?
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A.F.Cronin was born and raised in New England where he spent many hours roaming the woods and participating in sports. He also loved to read. He attended university and studied literature which did little more that confuse him, as the highly intellectual "deconstructivist" approach seemed to drain the literature of it's beauty and mystery. Since then, Mr. Cronin has made his living as a carpenter/contractor, working with his hands. He tries to make things with his mind as well and has written and had stage plays produced, has had short stories published in the Lake Champlain Weekly, and the Web based "Thirst for Fire" and has had poetry published at Farmhouse.com.
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A.F.Cronin was born and raised in New England where he spent many hours roaming the woods and participating in sports. He also loved to read. He attended university and studied literature which did little more that confuse him, as the highly intellectual "deconstructivist" approach seemed to drain the literature of it's beauty and mystery. Since then, Mr. Cronin has made his living as a carpenter/contractor, working with his hands. He tries to make things with his mind as well and has written and had stage plays produced, has had short stories published in the Lake Champlain Weekly, and the Web based "Thirst for Fire" and has had poetry published at Farmhouse.com.
