A knight to fight monsters.
A farmer to make food.
A teacher of every craft.
A lover for mother.
A professor of wisdom.
A friend for games.
A rock for peer pressure.
A lyricist for heart-songs.
A soldier for yearnings.
A shaper of smiles.
A holder of hands.
A curler of fists.
A guide through the unknown.
A molder of life.
Dedicated to my dad, Jim Crigler.
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