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I felt a different way today A way I have never felt I remember thirteen When dad took me down with his belt It wasn't abuse, just one good smack Now father's no more even touch, or hold their child's hand's Father's I see dont care as they used to Now their to fixated on their job's and their woohoo's Thirteen, the day when I cussed out pop's He had his nineteen fifties outdated belt, I felt a quick pop On my knees I dropped, cried only for a little Afterwards a smile, dad realized I had giggled Wiggling out of the sticky situation Only young and dumb, a look complacent But dad taught me something, even of myself Dont take your child for granted. Show your child your love felt.
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
Being a father , remembering 13
I felt a different way today A way I have never felt I remember thirteen When dad took me down with his belt It wasn't abuse, just one good smack Now father's no more even touch, or hold their child's hand's Father's I see dont care as they used to Now their to fixated on their job's and their woohoo's Thirteen, the day when I cussed out pop's He had his nineteen fifties outdated belt, I felt a quick pop On my knees I dropped, cried only for a little Afterwards a smile, dad realized I had giggled Wiggling out of the sticky situation Only young and dumb, a look complacent But dad taught me something, even of myself Dont take your child for granted. Show your child your love felt.
tommy-jackson
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
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