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Sep 2016
Thoughts of the father
Are in the son
Expanding and shrinking
Like a paper lantern
A longing of imagination
And the question of where
The heart really lies

His wisdom blows in the window
Ageless and changeless
Posing in the mirror
The autistic gaze of a dog
Cutting against everything wrong
In my childhood exploits
That's it folks, show's over.  Nothing to see here.  Move it along...
Written by
Jeff Spate  Montreal
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