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Father is quite the greatest poet
    That ever lived anywhere.
You say you’re going to write great music—
    I chose that first: it’s unfair.
Besides, now I can’t be the greatest painter and
        do Christ and angels, or lovely pears
        and apples and grapes on a green dish,
        or storms at sea, or anything lovely,
Because that’s been taken by Claire.

It’s stupid to be an engine-driver,
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Kumarmani Mahakul 18 February 2018

Beautiful poem with nice penmanship.

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Savita Tyagi 18 February 2018

Great write. And it doesn’t have to be a career!

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 February 2018

Her wondrous pictures! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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