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THIS IS A COMBINATION OF MY INCEDIBLE SON AND MISERABLE ME
                  ALMOST DIED AND JOY

“please dad, I need the toy fire house bad
oh my son, come with me and i'll make you glad
and so to quell a child's woeful tears
I purchase it and those were the Leggo years

“come on dad, it's just a set of wheels”
yes your right son and that's really no big deal
how much I love you is impossible to gauge
and that was the skateboard age

“check it out dad, surf's up and I need a new board”
and that was something I could easily afford
and as a father you figure that generosity pays
and those were the surfboard years

“pops, dig it, there's this chick and I need some fast cash
and Joe T. is trowing a really rad bash”
if I remember correctly her name was Vera
and that there was the girl craze era

“damn dad, I need a cool care quickly”
of course to a dad the word “need” is a father's reality
I hope he can hitch his car to a star
and that was the time of the very cool car

“oh dad, what could the matter be,
there are none so blind as those who will not see”
oh the secrets my growing son hid
he thought I didn't know but of course a father did

“oh dad, I hurt really bad inside”
and oh how a father cried
talk about a frustrated father's fears
and that was the dawning of the heroin years
   © copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
2012

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