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Read Poem: DADDY, by Vida Zukauskas

My dad always dressed boring beige shirts beige pants no colours or flashiness. he would always offer to drive everyone home and wait until they got inside safely. he would always drive me to Toronto many times, Miss me saying … Continue reading

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