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Aug 2013
When people ask me to describe my father,
I try to do so as best I can.
He is a giant standing at least seven feet tall.
He is stronger then Atlas and Super Man put together.
And when he smiles, he can illuminate even the darkest of days.

When people ask me to describe my father,
I try to do so as best I can.
Because truth is he was never really there.
He was a magician, who at the drop of a cape would disappear.
He always smelled like old cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
And when he yelled at my mom, it would wake me from any dream.

When people ask me to describe my father,
I try to do so as best I can.
Because truth is, I never really knew my father.
But I can imagine what he would be like,
if he was still here.
Tim Benjamin
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Tim Benjamin  32/M/Walnut Creek, CA
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