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Father To Son


I am my father,
in little things I see his hand.

A phrase once received,
turned as my own, I now understand.

Rebellion in my youth, I found my path,
my own man, I took a stand.

Only to find, later in life,
my father was always beside me, holding my hand.

(Stoic)


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