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Her Father

And her father spoke to me
In a humbled saddened grin

Never force your love to a woman
Forsake your manly pride
So when she finally takes your hand
She will truly be your bride

But if you do not listen
You’ll end up just like me
You’ll kiss your glass of scotch each night
And find your comfort in TV

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© 2005 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on September 28, 2005 in
Emotion: Disgust, Type: Poetry/Prose