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Aug 2016
Children, forgive me
I did not mean to take away
The man you grew up calling father.
I know what it’s like to lose a Captain.
But don’t you know,
This man killed your father
Years ago.

I was just returning the favor.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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