Hear
Hear his voice,
Deep
And low...
And hear the pages turning...
Hear that voice,
His voice,
Tell of childrens stories...
Hear the fire,
Warm
And glowing...
And hear the crackling,
CRACKLE CRACKLE
Of the newspaper burning...
Hear the child,
Quiet,
soft spoken...
Ask her father questions...
Hear her voice,
That little girl's voice,
"I like happy ends"...
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