my dad was a good man
a hardworking man
and, in general, had quite a bit
of horse sense
but I'll be damn
if that man
could ever quite figure out
while carrying me about
as a baby
how to avoid SMASHING
my head into
various animate and
inanimate objects
nostalgic thoughts
often give me migraines
for some reason
I need an aspirin
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