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father
your eyes are not my eyes
your blood does not run though my veins
you made me angry and at times i despised you
you taught me math and share your lunches
even brought me birthday presents
i fought with you i yell at you
maybe i even admired you
your blood is not my blood
your face is not my face
your love is my love
and my love is your love
in my heart is where i hold you
for you are father
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