There is not a minute that go by
That I can’t stop to think about
My father
Who had created me in his image
And my father tells me that
I am a beautiful men in his eyes
Also he tells me that I am
Handsome
With the gray here
And also curly
I don’t think I am handsome at all
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Comments2
A most religious poem of gratitude on a most religious day. Happy holidays
Nicely done.
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