Frank Davis, Sr.
To My Children - Poem by Frank Davis, Sr.
You're grown up, now
and can handle the truth:
I own countless neckties
and dozens of pairs of socks.
In the future, please use, at least
a modicum of creativity when choosing
a gift for your dear ole devoted dad- -
you cheap, thoughtless bastards!
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