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| We Became Fathers
My begetter taught me to be consumed by ale. And dwell upon the darkness and disco lights. And fight every urge to do right by my mither, And degrade my sisters, as he watched them wither. And he died with our innocence upon his heart. And he mimicked his forefather to a certain degree. His predecessor was a lot worst than he. So that’s what he taught me. And with the defiance he gave me, I inverted his lesson. And caressed my progeny as my own blessing. For I owe it to his soul, and tis my destiny… He said, “Love thy family… Be better than me!” And We Became Fathers Zashfiia Ckalembee Copyright ©2003 Tilden Clark |
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