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Post by ::..::FoX::..:: on Oct 22, 2004 16:29:26 GMT -5
Hello dad, can I take the time To put your hand in mine And break your knuckles One at a time
Can I get you a chair to sit Wait maybe I can just hit You up on top of the head And leave you for dead
Daddy, daddy, why show your face today Years have passed and your memory has faded And punk let me say that I'm jaded So get out of my face and out of my way
Respect my father, he can respect my fist For all the years as a child I missed A man with two balls to show me the world Instead he ran off like a coward little girl
To show up today, just to say hey You got some nerve, but I think your too late Maybe 25 years ago, you could have changed But now buddy, you better get outta my face
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Post by John Barnett on Nov 1, 2004 19:21:26 GMT -5
Very good, very ironic, and very humorous yet anger packed....enjoyed very much Fox...and I can identify 100% with this work...great job!
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Nov 6, 2004 6:53:04 GMT -5
Fox,
I HEAR YOU. Thanks for the read, mate.
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Post by poeticmuse on Dec 6, 2004 19:50:03 GMT -5
I stand and applaud this piece. Why? Because it describes, to perfection, my feelings for my own dear old "dad". Very good write!
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Post by sweetsuicide06 on Nov 7, 2005 19:15:01 GMT -5
wow. that was amazing..
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