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the sun marks my neck in mysterious ways as I rummage through the garden for a snack I'm off the clock from a job that pays and there's a cool breeze gliding off my back my boy's still learning to say "I love you, too" I hadn't considered I'd be a father, before him he hopefully does all the things I can't do like save lives or perhaps learn how to swim there's a coming sunset to such a perfect day where out there are those lost in a pitch twilight those who don't have, so folks like me can say there's no wasted moment until the coming night
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Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:55 AM UTC
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the sun marks my neck in mysterious ways as I rummage through the garden for a snack I'm off the clock from a job that pays and there's a cool breeze gliding off my back my boy's still learning to say "I love you, too" I hadn't considered I'd be a father, before him he hopefully does all the things I can't do like save lives or perhaps learn how to swim there's a coming sunset to such a perfect day where out there are those lost in a pitch twilight those who don't have, so folks like me can say there's no wasted moment until the coming night
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Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:55 AM UTC
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