It was not you I was mad at
it was my father.
Forgive me,
please.
Dad tortured me in
his own way.
And the only way
he knew how.
as my father.
with words.
Friday, March 21, 2008
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chres·tom·a·thy (kr-stm-th) n. pl. chres·tom·a·thies 1. A selection of literary passages, usually by one author. 2. An anthology used in studying a language. 3. Another damn stupid liberal blog
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