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I was seven when I realized your intellectual acumen ...until then it had all sounded superhuman! For every question, you had a solution You taught me algebra and simple substitution, ...and taught how every moment makes a contribution. Playing Bazooka with you all-day -- disobeying the rules and going disarray! are memories that’ll never wear away. Your newspaper and toothpicks I would sneak away, yet you’ll keep my troubles at bay -- by making mom and dad shoo away! Come what may ...I could just peacefully hit the hay. Those are my best days to look back on, any day!
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
Happy Father’s Day, My Dearest Grandpa!
I was seven when I realized your intellectual acumen ...until then it had all sounded superhuman! For every question, you had a solution You taught me algebra and simple substitution, ...and taught how every moment makes a contribution. Playing Bazooka with you all-day -- disobeying the rules and going disarray! are memories that’ll never wear away. Your newspaper and toothpicks I would sneak away, yet you’ll keep my troubles at bay -- by making mom and dad shoo away! Come what may ...I could just peacefully hit the hay. Those are my best days to look back on, any day!
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15/M/Gurugram, India
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
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