Sea maybe his second home,
Sailor might be his first occupation.
But, he's a jolly dad I have known.
And family is his last and only destination.
He wanders around the sea,
But his memory lies in our house that's a guarantee.
He calls himself a sailor,
But he call him a dad our dear.
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜
Poetry🅃🄷🄴 🅂🄲🄴🄽🅃 🄾🄵 🅅🄴🅁🅂🄴🅂 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫. ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴛɪᴅᴇs, ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ʀɪᴅᴇ. ◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️◾️▪️