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Neighbours would always call on him if they’d had a mishap He could lend a hand at anything, fix the fence or fix the tap Build a wall or build a cupboard, repair the garden gate He’d be mending things at midnight as he was always working late A dolls house or a steam train, model aeroplanes and a yacht He made them all with his own bare hands, such talent he had got But a wondrous thing I discovered just the other day A family portrait came to light that had been hidden well away Rolled up in a drawer likely never to be found An image of his sister made with brush strokes so profound The likeness has been captured with detail oh so fine From a photograph when she was young, immortalised in time I never knew he had this skill, don’t know how this could be Working all those hours I guess he never had time to show me Whilst this portrait of his sister tells you what it can The story that's beyond the frame, is a portrait of the man DEDICATED TO MY FATHER, BERT |
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