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Re-giving Supreme
I'll tell you a story,about my dad,
everything he ever wanted,
he already had, and giving to him,
often ended up sad.
So when birthdays came,
or even special times,
it was always the same,
sometime felt like a crime.
Days of looking for things,
something just right,
but just the right bling,
was always out of sight.
We'd hint and we'd ask,
"Daddy, what do you need~?",
but that straight forward task,
he just never would cede.
Now dad had a trunk,
he kept to his grave.
and in it he sunk,
everything that you gave.
But it just didn't stay there,
trunk was not big enough,
and because he always liked to share,
among all of his stuff~!
So on special times, or just on a whim,
you were surely to find,
a present from him,
of the very same kind~!
I have that trunk now,
It's empty you see,
Because it seems that somehow.
He'd given it all back to me.
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Re-giving Supreme
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