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52 Joyce B. Ashuntantang Papa’s Hands Sitting by the bathtub Laughing and talking with Papa He scrubs and ‘‘beats’’ my school blanket Saving my growing hands from strain The squeezing is hard and Papa sweats As my blanket is thick and wide But Papa’s love flows in his hands And he squeezes with all his might Every night at school when I sleep Papa’s love will cover me. ...

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