When I was little, I wrote a lot of poetry. My dad loved my crappy poetry. He collected it and typed it up and printed it out so he could keep it. Later in my life, when I'd ask him what he wanted for Christmas or his birthday, he'd go all doe-eyed and say, "Could you write me a poem
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Dunno if that's something that appeals but it's what came to mind!
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