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DEAR DAD
On the streets
You toiled,
Making your hands pain
To gain
Your sweat
Is my sweet,
Though bitter,
I say it's better
Than butter
Everyday,
The sun sets on your head
And the coldness at night
End at you feet
You worked to see me healthy
Even now that you're not wealthy
I heed to your words
Cause you are my world.
© Les June Ak
2022
You toiled,
Making your hands pain
To gain
Your sweat
Is my sweet,
Though bitter,
I say it's better
Than butter
Everyday,
The sun sets on your head
And the coldness at night
End at you feet
You worked to see me healthy
Even now that you're not wealthy
I heed to your words
Cause you are my world.
© Les June Ak
2022
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