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May 2016
It wasn't at holidays
We always had those
But sometimes a birthday
more often an 'A'

You came to the beach
but not to my games
sometimes a "well done"
on what's knew and the same

You said you were proud
but how could you be
You saw only my failures
and what you wanted to see

My everyday evils
I handled without you
What knowledge these gave
I deny it is true

I will never be sure of
what you didn't teach me
I doubt every day
what it is to be me
Rustle McBride
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Rustle McBride  Delaware
(Delaware)   
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