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Daddy's Gone

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Bark

Published: Nov 20, 2014

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Summer
Ice cream, pavement
Melting dreams down the grille
Blue eyes crying, a hug from Mom
Better
But still leaving a sense of loss
No kind words can comfort
Nor ease the pain
Lost love

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sesam-is-open

Dec 3, 2014

So true

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