A little bit of both
I am, I have heard
My father stands tall
My mother in gird
Of the same mold
And chip of the block
I seem to be of my
Parents, in chock
What I shall become
Shall feature me
The launch pad is
Solid, as it can be
The lessons are from them
Theirs, the values imbibed
Gently propping me up
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