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FATHER'S NEARER


Yet, I've talked to this saint
Once more weeping
I lost you at morn, Sir.
Yet, the revivellors
Say, it had a reason
Plastic fair man
With bursted lips
Holy foot regarding no insults
And a throbbing heart
Sir, we're told it had a reason:
So says the sage;
For this reason
I solicit the best, for your sake,
Of every reason.


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