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FREE CEE k c does not mean kansas city to me
K C DOES NOT MEAN KANSAS CITY TO ME it as a winsome time it was a wondrous time it was a time of woe because even the universe didn't know as i'd watch him grow i didn't know that which i needed to know or where to go as i'd watch him grow praying for benevolence and meandering through a maze of malevolence would i could i and what about all the mistakes i could make whilst all the time knowing i was 3/4 a fake and as for error only God knew he understood i could make more than a few i had problems of my own some apparent, some unknown he was so tiny just a fistfull of uncertainty and what if had been an emergency we'd share a toy and joy while at play but with each sun rose another fear plagued day he was counting on me while ambiguity was mounting on me still he seemed to thrive and where in this small town called life would he arrive would he turn out to be like me and thankfully he did not for i had only one shot one chance at rearing him whilst, at times, fearing the grim never frightened of him but of what could turn out to be because of helpless me fearing the outcome while trying in earnest desperation to remain numb yet here sit i with still more fears to defy sixty-something years later or so and god still knows i didn't know yet he turned out to be a gift of grace with a father who still has more anguish to face he was destiny's decree and today he is a father a man and a better man than me or ever could hope to be he handles responsibility responsibly and with sense while i teeter on a sienna brown fence and me sans any defense yes, he grew up hell bent on being that which i was unable trying to make the truth out of an often told fable while somehow he turned out to transcend doing all right with a past un-tarnished and a future bright (c) 2012...~free cee!~
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