Poem: Melting Moments (Filled With Love)

My dad doesn’t like it when I write about him. But he also doesn’t really like reading. So it works out pretty good. Which means I can tell you this one, which I like very much:

One time, mum and dad were in town and we were up late watching TV – I think we’d had to tune into some archaic network to watch delayed coverage of a rugby game. And mum had

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