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Sep 2017
When I was a child
I had many a thought
Never listen to my father
He was wrongly taught.
His values were wrong
Was society to blame
He hated me because I
Played a different game.
Rules are rules an inflexible being
Couldn't see passed his nose
To grasp what I was seeing.
The gate was shut
he had been through hell
His mental health effected me as well
He took his shallowness to the grave
I never got to know my father
His name was Dave .
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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