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Pops

November 2, 2007
By Anonymous

Sundays, too, my father gets up early
To work on something so small
So unnoticeable.
It’s doing something for us, right?

I wake to hear the mower growling,
PANIC
My job was to cut it today.
Nothing is said.
Nobody is mad.
No matter what
We watch musicians amaze us.


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