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Why Daddy Misbehaved

I went down to the graveyard just to see my daddy's grave. I went down to the graveyard just to see my daddy's grave. They say it was the whiskey made my poor daddy misbehave. Momma used to hollar, 'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.' Momma used to hollar, 'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.' But daddy he was quiet, yes He was quiet as a mouse. Momma said, 'He's better dead. You know he never learned to live, Momma said, 'He's better dead. You know he never learned to live, He was just a low-down daddy getting good at telling fibs."

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Date: 10/27/2013 9:29:00 AM
I like the rhythm, flow to this one..Interesting topic..For some families that is the way life goes which is sad..Mature men make better parents..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Sara
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Date: 10/24/2013 10:47:00 AM
- Grief and loss ... hurts the heart ... whatever. - Touching poem, Faith ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Date: 10/24/2013 11:30:00 AM
Thank you so much, Anne Lise. Your comments mean so much to me. xoxo Faith