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I miss my dad...
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Father
Away like a mare,
out of sight I can not bear,
for my father was never there,
like he did not care.
I wish he had a fare,
so he could actually be there.
Like a lone boat in a sea of sorrow,
I hope his time expands with borrow.
Dad, I hope to see you tomorrow.
Away like a mare,
out of sight I can not bear,
for my father was never there,
like he did not care.
I wish he had a fare,
so he could actually be there.
Like a lone boat in a sea of sorrow,
I hope his time expands with borrow.
Dad, I hope to see you tomorrow.
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i was taking a canoe trip with some buddies of mine and we were talking about our dads, one was gone away to much, the other had never seen his, and i hardly ever see my father now a days. i hope to see him again soon.
for some reason i feel like this poem is not done, but its the same with all other art, its never done.
for some reason i feel like this poem is not done, but its the same with all other art, its never done.
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I agree, I don't think it's done either. But i also disagree, art is finished when the artist feels a sense of accomplishment and is satisfied with their final piece 