To My Dad
A Smoke of Sadness
I’m sorry you can’t live with me
I never noticed that you
lied to my mom
about smoking and gambling
But I still remember you
You took me to the playground
I would like a father who cares and never lies
But I still had a lot of fun with you
I hear your voice in my mind
even though I don’t see you
From Don
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