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Jun 2015
my father is 62

it
KILLS me
to hear him
talk about his knees

they are shot

he sez

i am getting
old


he sez

we aren't even close
and yet hearing this
makes me
cry the worst kind of tears
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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