The Study Of The Face.
Each line means something different.
Each line makes Him look like his Father.
My Dad.
My Dad and his tanned skin and freckled arms.
He wears joggies in the garden and smart cords in the street.
He drinks soup and eats cheese and onion crisps.
He waits for me to come in.
Though He says He doesn't.
He stays quiet and watches. In the background.
He has a funny laugh does my Dad, and We can hear it a mile off.
He likes his dogs and He loves His Wife.
I Love Every Line of His Face.
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