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Flecks of snow in those bushy brows
Glasses scarce perched on his nose
All day prays and thinks of his kids
with love and care as we do our bids
Bag on shoulder, I enter in a tired haze
Beaming smile, eyes sparkle with sun’s rays
Forgotten all fatigue and my day’s worries
My Baba can fix the lot! And my flurries
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