My Father - The Paradox MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   he gives me a hundred dollars every

(Christmas) is a lonely day

(for him) it is easy not to

(see me) please I cry out

(silently.) I drive by his house with

(crossed fingers) on Christmas eve - maybe

(this year) has been a lonely one



the hundred dollars went in the

(account) how much I hate him-







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