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Connie's Daughter Ran Away
Connie's Daughter Ran Away To mama, I'm sorry for the grief I'm causing. It's not everyday a daughter runs away. But I must. Forget my bunny hop, and the tangibles. I just couldn't deal with the intangibles of being left off the team. It hurts.You were right. I am so very reminiscent of dad. However, I regret, not proudly at the moment. Mama I'm sorry. I'll be okay. I have Rule, Sheldon, Steele in my brain pockets ... I'll find my way around on the streets. Don't fret, I'll keep in touch. I know I'm only eleven. But I'm a big girl. Mama if you will, forward letter, please. PP. To my softball coaches You know who you are, You're a bunch of roaches Your brain's off par Off tracks You are far worse than bums A pitiful bunch of crackerjacks Drinking moonshine rum I cry at my loss But I can laugh at you, you For I'll even die on the cross To make you coaches out as fools By the time mama read this I will be long gone She will be run heartbroken, amiss But sadly my life here is done I leave behind in memory, pops A Mama that loves me Forever she'll be tops I need to be going, set free In the end Bobby Sox got my goat With hillbillies running the show Sorry mama for my lost hope I say with sad tears, I must now go Love you dearest mama, Paris Pachecho connie pachecho 12/28/16
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