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this is my father
how the love of father's gets buried.
the one my father knows,
is not here.
he cleans, he cooks, he takes care.
one afternoon i found him,
under the bridge
a pistol in his hand.
he said "i watched her cooking from my chair
a few other things too
a dripping faucet,
out the window a sixty-foot willow
the belt didn't belong
while she cursed me and slapped away my hands,
a sparrow had gotten in
the bullets, the sneaky speed!"
he explained
a few minutes and tragedy
happening at once.
"it's not like it's the end of the world"
i said
a few minutes and
when i got it in my hand, oh how it burst
a little smirk
the cop said "drunk" and called an ambulance.

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OMFG x2! Each time I read this, a dark and deeper meaning starts to take shape. Holy shiznit! If this is a mirror of your life experience, my heart truly goes out to you. If it's not, *crosses fingers* there's a gift of written expression in you that is starting to blossom. In either case, I hope you continue to share.

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thank you so much *its not a mirror of my life experince...phew* but i think i will continue to share my poems with the cb members...i appreciate your reply...once again thank you so much...but it wont end there...theres more to come...