Tis the Season!
Love Papa.
Lights twinkle
Pain erupts
Music plays
Guilt felt
Faces beam
Wallets sigh
Spirits rise
Feelings hurt
Confusion reigns
Obligation persists
What’s felt within, manifests without!
Look for the love, on the face of another
And see the love in you.
Love Papa.
Notes
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