I can sniff the faint smell of memory
the father and the daughter
behind the slide in the playground behind the church
not a noise to be heard
"Blow your nose" said he,
and on his spotless hankercheif did she
heart ~ heart
a poem for my dearest PAPA
belated happy brithday
i was wrong,
YOU are the best father in the world
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