What is my name? ( a poem of revelation )
I was born in the westernmost point below the Mason-Dixon Line,
Named for my grandfather, a giant slayer of the Bible, in his time.
Elijah David was his fine name, though one of mine is not the same.
My last name you may find, as I watched cowboy shows when nine.
Both Roy and Dale, then Gene and Wild Bill, I can see them still,
Last names are for you to guess, and me to be quite impressed.
One aged comedian, upon the stage, his dry humor, such a rage,
His will was strong, served him long, and by now, you may attest.
My middle name is almost the same as a lady writer, I do proclaim,
In Wales this friend makes her home, my middle name, still unknown,
Hub pages holds all the fine clues, and each of these, for you to use,
As my owl sits in splendor upon his perch, now is left for you to search.
A painting of Christmas has my signature, if you read it, you will be sure,
Though many more I have signed too, now not leaving much for you to do.
Good luck and best wishes to all my friends, let this game now to begin,
Three names to guess, of old forty-six, whonu, now I bid you each Adieu.
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