FATHER’S DAY

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Nothing can bring that loving voice

That is lost in the womb of Time

Only the memories still chime

Those sonorous words of great choice

“I want to see you”, he would say

Obligations tied up my feet

On two vacations we would meet

My grieving heart’s silent today

 

 

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