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I wrote a number of poems
in some sense to her

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about my father, all
written after he had died.

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And here's a little one, it's
called "Little Father Poem."

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We must stay away from our
fathers, who have big ears.

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We must stay away from our
fathers, who are the snow.

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We must avoid the touch
of the leaves, who

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are our proud fathers.

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We must watch out
for father underfoot,

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father forgave us when
we did nothing wrong.

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Father made us well
when we were healthy,

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now father wants to support
us when we weigh nothing.

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Father in his grave gives us
everything we ever wanted.

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In a boat crossing,
who knows where,

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mist flat over the water,
the sand smooth because soft.

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