Her Dad by Michelle E Alba

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Oct 2011

Her Dad

I live in a house of glass.

I wash the windows,
just as I wash my ***.

I sport shredded socks,

I never admit when I am wrong,
and almost always

throw rocks.

Written by

Michelle E Alba 30/F/Oregon

(30/F/Oregon)

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