No lecture that I should: a sonnet about my father on Father’s Day
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My father loved the sound of dynamite,
no target ever, just alarming boom.
Avoiding guilt he would a long fuse light,
then rush to be with mother in her room.
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My father loved to make hot barbeque
no chicken, beef, or pork but rabbit wild,
how hard believing that I never knew,
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