Goodbye dad,
I'll see you soon.
But in my heart.
He looked so frail,
but his mind was
sharp as a tack,
the old bugger.
Drive away,
don't look back.
Jesus Christ!
Those wasted years.
Tell me about me, dad.
Tell me about, you.
Was I?
Did I?
I couldn't have!
Really?
Tony?
I wrote you.
Don't be sad.
He didn't suffer.
(Thank god you didn't know)
Yes dad, I should have seen
him more, but it's the distance,
always the bloody distance!
Goodbye dad,
I'll see you soon?
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