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Tuesday, July 13, 2021

For the Love of LIfe in All its Forms

I stand at the kitchen sink
The dirty dishes piled high
And marvel at my son's banter
With his daughter
Over the changing table

How the tables have turned
Who is the baby now
And who the old man
One generation leads us forward
While the shadow of another
Falls behind




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