at our urging, because our family was happiest when he was making us laugh. At night sometimes we would play murder in the dark. He would switch off all the lights in the house and we three boys would hide, screaming in excited terror, as he boomed out one of his kooky poems: "The grip of steel you soon will feel/It crushes boys to saveloys.''from The Monthly: John Button, 1933-2008
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