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To My Father

by cynicalwhitekid

let’s go for a ride in the ‘55 pontiac just like the good old days it doesn’t have AC but its okay we can roll down the windows and just ride down the highway we can go to that drive-up burger place if you’re hungry the carhop will bring out our shakes yours chocolate mine caramel just like the good old days and we’ll sit there and talk long after we’re done maybe I could take the wheel and I could drive if you’re tired but we’re not done yet we could go watch a movie at the drive in and after that we can just go to the middle of nowhere some place really dark and just look at the stars with the Beach Boys on the radio just like the good old days let’s not talk about the future not right now tonight we talk about the past because tonight we’ll talk about our love and how it formed our special bond to today it has survived every trial and tribulation it has been alongside every joy and happiness so as I hold your hand that monstrous thing tonight of all nights I’m going to remember the good old days
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cynicalwhitekid
Austin
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Written by
cynicalwhitekid
Austin
Published
Aug 12, 2015
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2m
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#nostalgia#parents
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