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Autumn2859 williams

(may 29th 1964 / Chicago Illinois. spring field illinois.)

Dead Beat Dad.


My dad walked out of my life
when I Was five
He left
He told my mom bye
when I try to contact my dad
Again he told me he consider
Me dead.
IT IS something that has hurt me
for most of my life.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, May 05, 2010
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  • Uriah Hamilton (4/28/2005 9:33:00 AM)

    it actually does sound like a poem, a very deep personal poem. The depth of honesty is very impressive. (Report) Reply

  • Mary Nagy (4/27/2005 7:23:00 AM)

    Very painful Autumn. I understand too well as my mother left when I was ten. I enjoy your work very much. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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