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My father and I had a fight one day.

I was mad.  I was nine. 

He was sixty-eight:

He was still in his prime.

I punched him (ouch).

He put up his dukes

To illustrate  (see figure 6H)

The Queensbury Rules.

I looked at him,

Said nothing,

But I wanted to

I wanted to shout out loud:

I'm tired, and

You're retired.

Just for a minute, can't you

Stop teaching?