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The Storyteller
My father had a talent
Of being a great storyteller
He was able to catch
Your attention were
Ever he went
He would sit for hours
And watch people in groups
Those he knew he knew what to say
Those he didn't he would
Observe for the rest of the day
Then when asked to speak
The room would fall in a hush
Waiting in anticipation
On his every word
Dad had a knack
To tell a good tale
He made us laugh
He made us cry
With a zest for life
He would tell us all
His views on life
With respect for him
I give to thee
The talent he shared
With our family
poem
by
Kaila George
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