Every inclination of my thoughts
You know before they spark
Every muscle twitch of my heart
Every mystery is known to you so stark
So completely, so thoroughly, so well
My habits mapped in your book
My motives both evil and good
Every intimation you know without a look
And you still love me, cherish me
Delight in the child that you created
No matter how muddy my walk has been
Papa, you treat me as though we're related
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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