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My father Tom Swift was a recording artist for London and Decca Records in the early 1960s in Canada and he never quite made it, although he had several top ten songs in Canada. One of the reasons was because they had battles of the bands on the radio and he would go up against 45 singles by The Beatles or Elvis and Elvis and The Beatles would always beat him. This poem was written after he died and I wanted to recall that aspect of him that was more positive in his troubled life, his beautiful voice. I open with a quote from Johnny Mathis, his favourite singer.

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