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My father was a baritone:
by Katy Brown
he waltzed me to sleep
when I was a few weeks old,
sang me to sleep
when I was in grade school.
At night, beside a mountain fire,
he told stories about constellations
beyond the rising sparks.
He named the wildflowers
and the twelve winds.
Life was a melody—
my father was a baritone.
(MedusasKitchen.blogspot.com, June 14, 2012)
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