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I remember the cavernous Sunday boredom

Of Father's Day.

What a nice kid I was!

This wonderful breakfast in bed!

How beautiful my clay present!

And how my father on that day

Enjoyed the bliss of parenting!

 

 

FURTHER READING

The young blackbird

Dream of...

Who knows where my feet are wandering

When a door opens