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This poem is about a dad leaving a girl. |
| When you were around, i was happy, Then you left, what happened, Now if you came back, i don't want to no, If you came back, no, you won't show. My life is better without you, I can't imagine it with you, I know it's mean to say, But i'm glad your not here today. I bet you have another daughter, You proberly call her Princess, She's, i think, about five to nine, And i bet your wife drinks red wine. You might have a son too, He is proberly twelve to fourteen, I'm glad you don't have me, Don't do to them, What you did to me. |