I, NOT LIVING IN PARADISE, STILL SEEK THE WAY IN WHICH I CAN PLAY THE FOOL & NOT BE WISE.
TIS FOOLISH OF ME TO BE SO FOR I AM LOCKED IN FEELING FILLED WITH SIN WONDERING WHICHHIGH WAY TO GO. SOUTH TO THE SOUTHERN SEAS MY SOUL IS WISHING WHERE LOVE IS WAIT'G AND MY SON IS FISHING.
This poem found written by Dr Dris living in New England at the time. She was planning her move to Hawaii to stay with her youngest son, Robin, the fisherman.

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