He slogs through muckTo hunt the geoduck
He's a golfing fool
And handy with a tool
He's always there
With a story to share
Gives my heart a tug
When he gives me a hug
He's my Dad
I'm glad
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My father wrote poems for as long as I can remember. Usually for life events that stood out and inspired him. We're not sure where all of the poems are at this point, but it's my hope that eventually as many as possible will find their way here. Rest in peace Papa, Nov. 23, 1923-Dec. 1, 2015
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