Its about my father. I worte it when I was 12. So give me credit.
He wont be there
Another day.
Another month.
Another year.
Without him there.
My dad my father gone forever.
He won't be there for my teenage years.
He won't be there to help pick a college.
He won't even be there for my graduation.
My dad, my father gone forever.
Poetry by Courtney Marie Marion
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Written on 2009-01-11 at 21:38
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