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at the end of the day
with the weft & the sway
there's little to change my expression
i curdle & churn
but there's too much to turn
my happiness into depression
i cannot abide - what? -
the idea that i am not
the good son, tho it still seems to bother me
& that dad, not another
impregnated my mother
anyway, my good friend, happy father's day


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