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Thanks rowens, ella and Todd
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Papa prayed for parted promise,
for jeans cuffs filled with dirt and fray,
for purple pockets filled with pebbles;
you remained absent every day.

Precious golden locks of hair
played out in memory,
Papa’s pain went undisguised.
It transformed him; misery.

Prayers rang from his great tongue
Full of tortured fury, wrath.
Wanting what'd be his in heaven
Hunger flaring, all he'd ask,

would be for painted poles and ribbons
ponies prancing on the lawn.
Not engraved for stone cold ages.
Not beckoning, "Move on."

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For purple pockets filled with pebbles
with peat moss cross in pail of clay,
Papa prayed for parted promise,
received nothing every day.

Precious golden locks of hair
played out in memory,
Papa’s pain went undisguised.
It transformed him; misery.

Prayers rang from his great tongue
Full of tortured fury, wrath.
Wanting what'd be his in heaven
Hunger flaring, all he'd ask,

would be painted poles and ribbons
ponies prancing on the lawn.
Not engraved for stone cold ages.
Not beckoning, "Move on."