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"My Father" - 2012 revision
Every night, I do so very dread,
When father sit's on the edge of my bed.
It's not how he whisper's or violently shake's.
It's not all the horrible threat's that he make's.
It's not the wrong angle's that he turn's his head.
It's that for seventeen year's...
My father's been dead.