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Mine was a bad dad
The hitman but the only one I had
And even though I never knew him
Even so I know I never outgrew him
And when he shook me
Off his leg like a pest then it took me
The rest of my life to pay for what
He was or afterlife for what he was not
He killed for money
Shot and got paid and thought it was funny
He had fought two wars and he knew fear
Was the opposite of what is now and here
But I was afraid
In the here and now and my dad somehow
Was there and not there like a story
Of ice-blue-eyed madness horror and glory
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXIII
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Ron