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Of Course, I didn't Forget You!
Eighty
It's My Body, Buddy!
FATHER |
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Now Dad, why did you stay so late? "I am of age, you know."
Why don't you sell that ancient car?
"And where I please
I brought some slippers and a book "I'll live until I'm done."
And what a mess around your bench!
"I'm not your child, my son.
©Lorna Whitelaw/Anderson, 1985 |
OF COURSE I DIDN'T FORGET YOU! |
I've been writing my friends at Christmas.
Let me think--it was just before Easter--
I'm sorry I'm getting forgetful.
Now, don't you go fretting about me-
I'm glad to be able to write you. P.S. If this note arrives late---,
©Lorna Anderson, 1991 |