Iridescent Dad
Iridescent Dad
He’d known life, death and murder,
In our bloody war,
He had a group of followers,
Coming round to visit, for,
He’d take you in off the street,
And feed you, give you bed,
He’d fix your sick animal,
Yes an amateur vet,
My Father was a charmer,
Always full of common sense,
We never feared no harm,
with him in our defence,
The vacumn when he died,
was so immense,
He would have had the last word,
but he’s gone and jumped the fence.
Don Johnson 2nd FRANK H.
Contest Name IRIDESCENT
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