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#165 – Happy belated fathers day

Alan is who I was assigned

So called son to this man I’m meant to call dad

So what can I say about this walking contradiction

He loves me and adores me, he’d do anything for me.

Only in his cheap words was this true to the guy

Love was what I wanted, maybe tenderness too

Entering the world is hard enough without the old man hammering and berating my mind and soul, sorry I didn’t call.

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