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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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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