him
to sleep,
page after page of the same
story,
green eggs and ham,
or curious George
and the man
with the yellow hat,
his eyes would get sleepy
and fold
upon themselves.
i'd try to sneak away,
but he'd grab
my hand and say
don't leave yet, dad, not yet,
just one more,
one more story, please
before you go
to bed.
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