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flax-golden tales
This is Hank's tattoo.
it has a lot of meaning to me, the entire poem. it reminds me of my grandfather. he never met a stranger and he could converse with anyone. he always had a story to tell.
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
- Shel Silverstein, "Invitation", from Where the Sidewalk Ends
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