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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen <br>I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. <br>Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string <br>of spiny yellow perch, in the other <br>a bottle of Carlsbad Beer. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In jeans and denim shirt, he leans <br>against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. <br>He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, <br>Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. <br>All his life my father wanted to be bold. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=482893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the eyes give him away, and the hands <br>that limply offer the string of dead perch <br>and the bottle of beer. Father, I love you, <br>yet how can I say thank you, I who can't hold my liquor either, <br>and don't even know the places to fish?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Raymond+Clevie+Carver">Raymond Clevie Carver</a></strong></div>

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