My Father's Eyes

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My father's eyes are like rain clouds, sometimes a light drizzle sometimes a vicious storm.
He is a hurricane whirling around hurting me sometimes.
He tries his best to be father-like, but I think he isn't quite the type.
He is my father and much more than average.
He is the blood red moon with the sun and stars in the sky.

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