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Dec 2018
I do not have
my father’s laugh,
or even half
of his drunk
and high
life style.

I can’t tie one
on after work
to ease the stress
and the haunting
history of hurt.

Shoulders heavy with
the family life
he was working
to get,
but I am not
the settling down,
working myself
into the cemetery ground
kind of guy.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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     JL Smith and Graff1980
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