Dad’s Advice
¶ 1
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“If you go up to get the Cup,
Don’t only lift it halfway up,
Half-heartedly, as if uncool
To lift the trophy for your school.
But rather, grasp the handles tight
And raise it high with all your might,
Then bring it down and plant a kiss
Upon its shiny rim – like this.
Then stretch your arms again up high,
Display its glory to the sky.
Let photographs in time display
The utmost joy of that fine day.”
¶ 2
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Thus did my father waste his breath –
We lost the match in sudden death.
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