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Daddy's Little Girl
Once there was a little girl who always spent time with her father ‘cause that what fathers and daughters did. And when he held her in his arms she would kiss him on the cheek, And from afar...
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Daddy's Womb
i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...
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The balloon soars high bright red against the skyUp, onward it sails with no sympathy for the wailsOf the young child standing below.






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