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By: Carl Papa Palmer

I never saw him cry
no tears of joy or regret
nor praise for me
no hugs, never kisses

always that stiff upper lip
ever emotionless smile
always to make me strong
never ever a momma’s boy

handshakes firm, hurtful
until I was strong enough
to squeeze back hard
but never did

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