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Son of a Gun

If you were born a son of a gun Life for you would not be fun Because you'll never know your Dad Or who was he if you had? He could have been anyone. You poor bastard Son of a Gun!

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/20/2022 8:22:00 PM

Laughing like crazy at that last line there, Shirley. Thanks for the clever humor. :) gw

L Milton Hankins

Date: 8/18/2022 1:53:00 PM

Very clever and thought-provoking, Shirley. I have used that phrase when I am surprised at something. But your use of it is certainly appropriate.

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 8/18/2022 3:22:00 PM

Thank you, Milt. I agree, I understood the phrase " shotgun wedding" I was curious about SOAG, the answer was surprising but not in the way I had originally thought. Take care, Shirley.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 8/18/2022 11:20:00 AM

Gedcoms prove there are millions of them! Aloha!

Rico Leffanta
Date: 8/19/2022 10:55:00 AM

If you watch, "Finding Your Roots" on TV, you will see where DNA tests clearly establish which of two brothers was the biological father! Aloha!

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 8/18/2022 2:52:00 PM

How would you know if you are marrying a sibling? Perhaps that's why there are so many mixed up people in the world. (I had to look up "Gedcoms" Rico) Thank you for Info and kind comment.