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I don't careA Poem by Aa HarveyI Don’t Care. Would my father have left, if I was not born? And would I have become his favorite son? If he’d let me, i.. |
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One for the roadA Poem by Aa HarveyOne For The Road A mother cries, at her babies smile, Because everything is alright. A father lies dying in his car, He’s no.. |
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'Ring Around the Table'A Poem by JamesA poem from my son. He asked for it to be posted here. |
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Last Dance - My SugarA Poem by VikrantsinghDad dying and her daugter came to meet him.. |
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The KnifeA Poem by Shaan AhmedThe Knife By Shaan Ahmed |
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OOGIE - THE ADVENTURES OF STEVIE JOE AND HIS PANDA..A Story by OOGIEANDSTEVEThe adventures of little Stevie Joe and his Panda Bear OOGIE is set in the 1950's in a small hamlet in upper New York State. Stevie Joe received OOGI.. |
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he used to come home lateA Poem by Rynhe used to come home late/after the sun went to sleep/before the lights began to flicker/he used to come home late/after mother closed her eyes/before.. |
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Wild FlowersA Poem by hhvvrrrI got angsty about Mother's Day |
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I'm SorryA Poem by Sarah BrennerDaughter's guilt about the unexpected loss of her father. |
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Daddy's PearlA Poem by Aswin R PrasadHang the rapists! |
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Daddy IssuesA Story by Lost_ConfidenceA letter to my father |
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Faded LoveA Story by Gene JohnsA story about my Mom & Dad. |
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My FatherA Poem by Spencer BarkerA man stands tall,taller than the rest.His face the marking of a life true and dear,with the hope of beginning,the new life.His hand in mine,we walk.T.. |
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RegretA Story by lovelessA short series of dialogues between a son and his deceased father. Not actually a poem but I don't know which type should I put it in. |
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Kill Me DadA Story by Mark LeeJust a little part of my life. |
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I don't Have a FatherA Poem by erlanceI don't have a father.He is not dead. He is very well alive. I have his number, his address, and I can talk to him at any moment.He did not completely.. |
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A corn blower in a whoa traditionA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwow |
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Blue and GoldA Poem by T. Edana TalbottA father, blue and gold.A soul, both calm and bold.A fighter, working to the bone.A genius, though you may not know.A hero, with a heart that glows,Bl.. |
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