Secrets
The secrets of a mother are gemuine and true
The sufferings of a father go beyond the grass on yohr feet but are always untold
I struggle with my father’s footsteps
Sometimes I walk a little straighter but the booze is juat so sweet,
To what is left off me is for my and omly forbears.
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