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This is a story About the daughters of a particular man Built from lack of affection and perpetual hate Down, the ground up he wasn't one many could stand He was allowed six daughters though By a wife who had more sense than he One was given the throw And the others had to stay with him and cope to be He swung, flung and carried on The girls struck with staying close His only wish was to have a son But nature never agreed, he was only offered a pink hose And so he took out his frustrations His aggravations Punched, kicked and scolded his way through years The children forced to stitch and oil the rusty gears Soon, soon The man became sick The wife stuck, glued to his side The daughters out in the world, the confusion thick As he died, with an attempt at atonement A hopeless cry for mercy to his loves Suddenly present at his previously cancelled appointment And the girls, his doves Stayed close and kissed and hugged Their brains washed and permanently infected with the evil bug
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Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
Six Sisters
This is a story About the daughters of a particular man Built from lack of affection and perpetual hate Down, the ground up he wasn't one many could stand He was allowed six daughters though By a wife who had more sense than he One was given the throw And the others had to stay with him and cope to be He swung, flung and carried on The girls struck with staying close His only wish was to have a son But nature never agreed, he was only offered a pink hose And so he took out his frustrations His aggravations Punched, kicked and scolded his way through years The children forced to stitch and oil the rusty gears Soon, soon The man became sick The wife stuck, glued to his side The daughters out in the world, the confusion thick As he died, with an attempt at atonement A hopeless cry for mercy to his loves Suddenly present at his previously cancelled appointment And the girls, his doves Stayed close and kissed and hugged Their brains washed and permanently infected with the evil bug
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28/M/American
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
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