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Bordered by an old fashioned picture frame A man, curiously familiar, moustached, astute With a smiling bride, his eyes aflame And a brown "The Spy Who Loved Me" suit   This was the first "real" connection with him Displayed on my grandparents window shelf Some how I knew I was missing a limb Some how I knew I wasn't entirely myself Patches of my memories dwell in clusters perhaps I am mentally impaired. I remember going to Ghost Busters I remember being really scared. Shaking inside trying to be brave ashamed to being frightened of ghouls. But that film soon became a fave just as did playing snooker and pool. I am aware that I have not let him know that whist every time I have nearly drowned. An island of him has rose from the flow and let my two feet again find the ground. Also, that as I have moulded myself into a man he has been an integral aspect of my design. Thanks to him I can have an extraordinary tan I love a pun, good whisky and being on time. So lets heartily toast the bygone days now we can laugh about the happy and sad. And let's swirl a whisky each others way Because when all said and done, your my Dad.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
For Dad.
Bordered by an old fashioned picture frame A man, curiously familiar, moustached, astute With a smiling bride, his eyes aflame And a brown "The Spy Who Loved Me" suit   This was the first "real" connection with him Displayed on my grandparents window shelf Some how I knew I was missing a limb Some how I knew I wasn't entirely myself Patches of my memories dwell in clusters perhaps I am mentally impaired. I remember going to Ghost Busters I remember being really scared. Shaking inside trying to be brave ashamed to being frightened of ghouls. But that film soon became a fave just as did playing snooker and pool. I am aware that I have not let him know that whist every time I have nearly drowned. An island of him has rose from the flow and let my two feet again find the ground. Also, that as I have moulded myself into a man he has been an integral aspect of my design. Thanks to him I can have an extraordinary tan I love a pun, good whisky and being on time. So lets heartily toast the bygone days now we can laugh about the happy and sad. And let's swirl a whisky each others way Because when all said and done, your my Dad.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
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