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He loved to read me books about Superheroes...
how they’d somehow find a way
to use their super powers...
fight crime
and save the day.

How, even though they could do
what no mortal on Earth could do...
they would only use their power for good...
their hearts were pure
and true.

And I wanted to be just like them.
I wanted to be that guy
imbued with super powers
who could fly across the sky.

But it didn’t take me long to realize
that wasn’t meant to be...
and the real Super Hero
was the man who read those books to me.