When Daddy ran off we cried.
You did'nt...
Knees sore, knuckles raw from a days work....
We seen your eyes too Momma....
We love you....
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Babalo5 says: I feel you, Bro. My Dad actually died when I was 1 1/2 years old. Mom never dated nor remarried. ONE. PEACE AND LOVE, Babalo5 (mlowe5).poems by this commentor
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Midnight Mea CulpaTwo hours till dawn Wondering what the why is Insomnia plays home movies on the ceiling Mistakes misdeeeds missteps hound broken down ego Thats you lying Thats you justifiying Thats you standing in the mirror Looking at your reflection A manic facsimile stuck in stasis Heaven is just a dream away Can I get there from here Here I lay in planetary purgatory Staring at stars Self made succubus fist fighting mortality Earthbound angels with casket consequences Seek a piece of heaven Your place in the sun Midnight mea culpa....
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