Dad short poem

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She is a curse
A blemish on life
A deep dark secret
Lurks in her sad eyes

She craves his forgiveness
Wants to make amends
Because her birthday
Brought his life to an end

Daddy, please forgive me
I don’t understand
Why life played This dirty game

Ever since you have gone away
I haven’t been the same.

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Writer, dreamer, crystal and angel healer and an avid student of life - loves her family, and will always adore her recently departed Dalmatian, Sparky.Tea drinker, sees good in people, tries not to hurt others, oversensitive and impulsive, laughs loudly, walks briskly and believes in magic and Karma.
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