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Candles have flames, and when ever my father gets angry, watch out; his temper can almost bypass that of a burning flame.
My father, slim as an elegant and stately candle
Burns brightly - hot temperament - but usually warm, kind, and loving.
He will burn you when he's angry,
But that flame doesn't blaze too often.
My father, layered and multi-faceted,
Like a candle he can light up the darkness when he enters a room,
Afraid of no one, e befriends all and makes tem soon is friends,
Just like te comforting candle in te window, tat welcomes us ome.
My fater, scented and colorful,
Like te after-save e wears tat comforts me and smells familiar,
No matter wen I see im, e is always glad to see me.
He is my fater, te candle, te warmt, te love, and te comfort of….....