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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Farewell
[time] => 2003-04-17 04:35:00
[hometext] => Please leave comments
[bodytext] => Daddy stuck around
But my mommy ran Though my daddy was much worse My mom was pretty bad So I hid in the closet Or maybe under the bed Holding all the books I could bring And while I cried I read. I read about families Who were as happy as could be With parents who loved their kids As much as mine hated me. I heard my daddy screaming You brat you should be dead! I knew he wouldn’t kill me Who would he have to beat up then? So I came out of my hiding place And stood at the top of the stairs I stared right into his angry eyes And got lost in what I saw there. The next thing I knew I was laying on the floor The lights were all off And he’d closed the door I didn’t know what he’d done Or where he was now All I knew is this was my chance To get out of this house I pulled my pants up and buttoned them I didn’t know why they were down I opened the door a crack And dared to peek around I walked straight downstairs And straight out the door I held my head high as I walked down the street I didn’t know what I was looking for I wandered, eating scraps for a week I don’t know who picked me up Or where they found me They told me I was a bad child For running away from daddy I looked into his cold eyes And knew I couldn’t tell So he came and picked me up And everyone bid me farewell. It may be the last goodbye That I will ever tell. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 31 [informant] => BlackFire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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