To my father , my friend

Your two fingers pointing at me 

You knew to make me a statue 

You would also be a statue 

So that I could stare fearlessly 

in to your honest eyes

Tempting you to laugh or grimace 

With out touching you 

Rules were rules 

You tickled me with out touching me 

I was defeated by my own laughter 

You were the winner 

You never  laughed at me. 

 

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