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The Good Ol' Days
Category: Sad poems I hate the way you treated me Coming home drinking those nights Not one day went by without it Those times you hit me, my brother We tried to run but always caught Hits were harder Stronger, worse, even more I remember the boards you used To hit us those nights And 'make us learn' Times have changed now But the scars still remain Deep inside, I will hate you forever But I can't change that you're my dad by Gary R. Hess
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