So, I should have posted this yesterday, but I didn't have a chance, because I was effectively going crazy all day long. Yes, It was an all day thing, and yes it was crazy. I have my yearly end of the summer cold, and it is hitting on me like a bat on a ball.
Ode to my father:
Dear old dad
What good times we've had
You're up in your years,
But don't let that cause fears.
For age makes you wise
and gives wrinkles round the eyes.
Wrinkles made by smiles
That you and I've shared for miles and miles.
Much love,
Much joy,
Much peace,
Much patience,
Much kindness,
Much goodness,
Much self control.
Your darling daughter,
Jen
A cheesy poem is all I really need to show you how I feel.
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