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Sextuple Dad
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Nowadays I see my dad
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in more than triplicate,
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in fact duplicated several times.
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Sat in a line or bent over,
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walking slowly, frame propping up
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his slender hopes among others the same.
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A band of brothers, as always deranged.
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I speak. “Looks like rain.”
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His gaze is straight ahead.
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“Son, it don’t rain but it pours.”
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He says to the ward orderly.
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4 Apr 18


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