I started out calmly, tracing my tree, To find if I could find the makings of me. And all that I had was Great-grandfather's name, not knowing his wife or from where he came. I chased him across a long line of states, And came up with pages and pages of dates. When all put together, it made me forlorn, Proved poor Great-grandpa had never been born. One day I was sure the truth I had found, Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. I looked up the record of one Uncle John, But then I found the old man to be younger than his son. Then when my hopes were fast growing dim, I came across records that must have been him. The facts I collected made me quite sad, Dear old Great grandfather was never a Dad. I think someone is pulling my leg, I am not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg. After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree, I can't help but wonder if I'm really me.. Found on Roots-l

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