Dad was as useless a model for understanding as he was for moderation; if he’d ever told me to turn the other cheek it would have been so he could hit me twice in the face.     I smile when I get feedback. Click the button above and make me happy.   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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