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Feeling Their Age By Allison Whittenberg often I wonder where my real father is especially when he is right in front of me who is this white haired man with the blurry voice this man with an uneven gait deep lines around his mouth where is the man that appeared strong, tall the man who could flatten hills arrange stars mother has a new child someone else to clothe she is old, but recognizable she gets up early still paints her lips red she bakes biscuits parcels out medication in tins her brown skin sags her hands are smooth © Copyright 2004, Allison Whittenberg, All Rights Reserved |
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