Up On His Knee
I sat atop my papa's knee
He turned the pages
His words flowing free
They lulled me to sleep
And hugged me tight
Holding me close
I slept sound through the night.
Those bedtime adventures,
With dragons and fire
Is the root of all
The writing inspired.
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