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Jan 2016
his name was papa bobby
or it was to his baby
but his baby was me
so i'll just call him daddy

he lived in a house
with a lover, a spouse
and he said he loved me
but then gone was my safety
for he saw some bad things
and that changed him, his being
and then he changed me
when he messed with my mommy

and though he no longer lives
and even though his memory fibs
i still remember my daddy
before the war made him a baddy
Everyone makes mistakes, and those mistakes should not dictate your charactor
William McLaughlin
Written by
William McLaughlin  Springdale Ar
(Springdale Ar)   
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