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Thoughts from a father to his son.
A son he barely knows or sees only pays for.

So many times

So many times I pretended you were here
So many times I wished that you could hear
So many times what I'm saying could be true
So many times I hope that this gets through
So many times.

Ask yourself if this really could be true
Or is it what she told you, how could that work for you?
One and one makes two but sometimes will be three
Don't blame yourself, you can put the blame on me.

So many times I thought that you were gone
So many times too long holding on
So many times If you listen to what I say
So many times can there be another way?
So many times.

If you think about it just a little while
Gather all the facts and then you have to smile
What she's telling you it never can be true
Then listen to my version and now it's up to you.

So many times I thought that you should call
So many times I didn't hear from you at all
So many times what I'm telling this is true
So many times she was sacrificing you
So many times
Soo many times

Pretending you were here.

Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2012-01-09 at 00:50