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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables inheritancefather burns incense contemplates grandfather's words in his red silk robe kneeling by the tiny fire i hear him mutter out of respect i step back in the morning light i will remember his love in the cool darkness i know he is a good man like my grandfather whose songs once filled me with joy when father retires i will kneel by the small fire and honor my ancestors |
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