I used to be a lifeguard. But I would NEVER be a beach guard. I used to have recurring dreams that I was locked in the office at the pool, and people were drowning in the water. Maybe the guy in your poem used to be a lifeguard too.
You're my hero.
I think that is the first time I've seen you reply to a comment on here...and I love your reply. You are both my heroes! (Except not as much as dad is...he's my SuperHero!)
Kier: You're right. From here on out, I respond to comments. Dad is my hero too. Where do you think my love of father stories comes from? (Wait, don't answer that, Dr. Freud.)
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