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For my Stepfather

There comes a time-

Between yours and mine

When we reach for all the branches

 

When your limb was missed

Throughout fates dreary kiss

Nobody grew quite frantic

 

For you’re a father

Without all the bother

Who took nothing quite for granted

 

And now a card, without a guard

To show your care has landed

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abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.

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