Some
stuff I did back in high school. This poem I wrote once when I was
thinking about my "dad" - he was really my adopted uncle, but, at 5, he
was the only father figure I'd ever known, and he was absolutely my
favorite person on this earth.
So, I was looking for my daddy, right?
But my daddy I could not see.
Went up and parted the mountains, tore through valleys
swam through the breaking sea.
Nope, didn't see him.
"So where" says I, "might he be?"
"Ask the angels," I tell you.
They know where to find him - they'll lead you to where he might be.
I heard he's searching for that mansion
holding a room for you and me.
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