I slap the drops on the roof
Like morse code
Telling you again
That's the only way we communicate Every time you come home
Which took you
Twenty four hours
Door to door
You asked me, my grandson
To lead you on this upcoming trip
Where I settled for years
Where your father was born
Where the old house still stood there
Reminding you and your father
We were once
Very successful
And I will
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