Role Beleaguered Servant20160224201602243 Comments on RoleOriginal Poems At this point in my life, Many people look at me as Something like a father Except my own kids To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Poetry Related Posts parabolic metonym Yenay (i) 4 Love Notes – 4 4 Love Notes – 3 Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
This will sound oversimplified, but it sometimes feels like fathers exist only to provide three things: (a) sperm; (b) money; and (c) life insurance proceeds. Loading... Reply
No, Merry, not at all. I am, however, upset with one of my daughters.
This will sound oversimplified, but it sometimes feels like fathers exist only to provide three things: (a) sperm; (b) money; and (c) life insurance proceeds.
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