Dad
a life of crime is the one you chose how your not locked up nobody knows always ran with you or at least in tow we had great adventures and have been celebrated as heroes the battles were won but at what cost were still alive but our lives we lost bodies worn out and souls are tired to many years to close to the fire I've tried to move on but I don't know how what do normal people do in the here and now
Copyright © Chris Gibson | Year Posted 2018
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