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He's a Carpenter

My father's a carpenter, makes furnitures for diplay or by order A happy man gladly talks with customers even to strangers introduced by others

With woods,nails,metre,and a hammer, A pencil tucked on one ear or the other. Designs made by him,no other. He bagins to work with ease and eager

Power tools are his companion And putting them into action, making furnitures is his passion. Doing it with compassion resulting a good fashion

I made this poem in dedication to my dad's birthday tomorrow,He's turning 60. ***pls hit LIKE,comment out your thoughts and subscribe if you haven't*** this is my last entry on @Dolores poem making contest..

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