My Friend My Pal

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    My Friend My Pal
    As I sit here and speak with you and get no reply It's more than often I wondered why you died Your work here in life was not done I sit here and listen your heart broken son. I search for answers that you only had my friend my pal I'm missing you Dad. It's getting late and I have to go just stopped by to say I miss you so. Love Ya Pop

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    vetter1’s Poems (3)

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