I was fully blown into my face
Fully born into my face
With the help of my father
I love my father
Him in my brother, in myself
In my safety in the world
In adventures, bolder ventures
In women, in jobs and hobbies
Cars, trucks, strength and body
In diving and fishing
And rowing, and riding a bicycle

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