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My Father

Posted June 14th, 2008 by JamesHayes

My father lives. My father died. My father had no feelings. My father cried. My father gave . My father kept. My father stayed . My father left. My father smiled. My father frowned. My father cared about every sound. My father refused to listen to the sounds he heard. My father was a man of his word. My father had no integrity. He spoke words he did not believe. My father I love. My father I hate.My father was on time . My father was late. My Father,good or bad,my father. By James E. Hayes