haiku — remembering dad riding his shoulderlifting him on my shoulderstough transfer of weight As a child when I used to hug my father, my…
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haiku — remembering dad riding his shoulderlifting him on my shoulderstough transfer of weight As a child when I used to hug my father, my…
Not long ago there was a big tree. Under it lived a small tree. The big tree used to give protection to the small tree…