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May 2014
He always told me
I "did okay."
He stood by the track to cheer me on
as I watched everybody finish
He always told me
Wherever I went I'd "do just fine."

No matter how many times I fell short,
how many times I failed
No matter how lost I became,

My father always loved his son,
how hard that must have been for him.
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