Father

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    Father


    My tears often fall,
    and I watch you not give a fuck at all.
    I see you smile and it reminds me of bile,
    slither like a snake is all you do,
    but one day that won't help you.
    as you lay dead and gone,
    I will carry on.
    So,toss and turn in your grave my dear Father,
    because soon I wont even bother.

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    lonewolf commented on Father

    03-28-2009

    tremendous pain.stay strong.
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    Bonofied commented on Father

    03-20-2009

    no matter waht our parents do we suppose to love them unconditionallt
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    Aussiepuppy commented on Father

    02-06-2009

    I admire that you have hope to fight on in life despite the snake!
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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