Nov 2015
Father fell for fancy,
And announced amorousity.
Today, though, transferred to tree,
He held hope, heedlessly.
Enough, eight eves exit.
Rejoice - rather, reap retrophilia.
And announced amorousity.
Today, though, transferred to tree,
He held hope, heedlessly.
Enough, eight eves exit.
Rejoice - rather, reap retrophilia.
I know it's hard, and difficult to understand, but I wanted to write a poem in this style about my dad.
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