Thursday, April 26, 2012

In verse: Confession

Ma, I think I found a name
for that sharp feeling welling up in my bosom
when my friends narrate stories of their fathers:
resentment.
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  1. AnonymousAugust 22, 2012 at 5:13 PM

    Just look back on the journey accomplished together and remember the good times u had together.He is always there with u, guiding u in all ur endeavors n smiling.

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