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Apr 2011
“our fathers were better men.”
the thought drifted away like the smoke from my mouth.
i wondered if my father had thought the same thing --
and his father before him.

that’s when it scared me.
someday my son will be sitting, smoking a cigarette --
just like his father told him never to do -- thinking:
“my father was a better man.”
SRM
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