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Jun 2016
My father never knew a father's love
and was crippled for ever.
I do not remember a hug
I do not remember a nighttime story
where the good guys promised peace till morning
Perhaps he did and was so diffident
that changelings were born
and so different that false memories were created
and no love ever lived
Written by
Daniel Pierre McClenaghan  M/second city usa
(M/second city usa)   
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