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Father & Son

Waiting in the queue

he put his arm around me,

pushed the fringe from out my eyes,

kissed my head so lightly.


Bending to his warmth

my face against his side,

he ran his fingers through my hair,

I read my book,

breathed him in,

forgot that he was there.



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