Daddio Poem by Moonchild Diva
Daddio
In the 60s, World War II vets weren't like anyone else,
and so my Father and I didn't get along.
Catholic school girls are pretty screwed up, too,
so we were probably a lot alike.
And now that I have that figured out,
he's dead and I can't even tell him,
can't tell him he was a hero,
and that I'd drink, too, if I had four kids.
Friday, November 7, 2008
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4/22/2024 11:17:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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