When you have a child with special needs inevitably at least one person will send you a poem titled Welcome to Holland. It's a cute poem but my response was always, "I don't know where I am but I doubt it's Holland." And I didn't really relate to poem. I've come to the conclusion that it's because I didn't hear it recited by a man with an accent. Suddenly I really like the poem. Or perhaps I'm just a sucker for a man with an accent. Craig Ferguson . . . where are you?
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