Father’ 5 Grin

Father loved to pick spruce gum, Off the old church trees When we children were young. With his pocketknife, he dug right in And then cut off the old spruce limb. In church, he took the collection up, But didn’t chew that sticky stuff. Seeing a lump close to his chin I knew father had spruce gum within. Walking home I said I knew, and Father’s grin confessed it true.

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