In church,
as a child
between wooden benches
it's difficult to play.,
we're trying to be reverent anyway.
On the bench,
I watch Daddy.
His eyes are trying to close.
He tries to fight it,
but off to sleep he goes.
"It's OK, Daddy."
"Just please, don't snore."
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