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Picture him 7/20/12sometimes I think of the father I never knew, so confused why he never bothered to call, text, or even take the time to write a note; to tell me things he went through as a youth, to show me how to tie my shoes, to teach me self defense and how to knock a ball over the fence; sometimes I wonder if that day will ever surface, but then it came to me, he is me and I am him, so if I get to know myself then I can picture him, Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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