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Father's Tears
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weepingwoman lament
A half-century of mortal sadness
separates my father and I
The hardships he endured
before I was a twinkle in his eye
A hungry child in tattered clothes
working the fields for a few potatoes
Frightened teen on a Pacific isle
armed against Asian foes
The Great Depression haunts him
like a spectre, cloaking his emotions
in black & gray
Lurking over his shoulder
familiar to his dying day
Happy Fathers Day Dad...
oh and Happy 100th Birthday too wherever you may be... I know how much you wanted to see that number... I miss you every day...
yeah "Fathers" doesn't look right... does anybody know the right spelling on "Fathers Day"... Scriptboy! FactChecker!... no she won't get out of bed... I heard they shut down production for the day... the day? honey it could be weeks, you know how she gets... so where's Hunter and Johnny... she sent Hunter to Walmart for more Nutella... dios mio, did she ask for THE silver spoon... yes girl we found it when we were cleaning out his desk... omg remember the scene!... chile when she threw it back at him... and the speech, it was an oscar-worthy performance... so where's Johnny... he went to Kathmandu for more Amrit Nectar... PROPS... we're gonna need another bottle for D's tears...