Mar 30, 2006 00:11
If anything, father, you tried to hard to protect me from the world. You neglected to protect me from myself.
Father, did you bless me or curse me?
Maybe that is every father's duty to be so blinded by a son as to completely overlook inevitable DARK SIDE that grows. Maybe that is unconditional love.
Old Father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead. (jj)
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