One of the best things about my dad is how he still finds the world a place of wonder after living on it for almost 3 quarters of a century (I’m rounding up to sound impressive)
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Thanks for the gift of poetry. Because of you, I have the solemnity of poetry to turn my mundane life into something holy. I have the solace of poetry for all my quiet agonies, and the delight of poetry to lift my joys higher.
Marvelous Pigs in Satin 
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