Saturday, June 23, 2012

Poetry, "Daddy Style"

One bright day in the middle of the night.

Two dead men got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other.

Pulled their guns and shot each other.

If you don't believe this story is true.

Go as the Blind man he saw it too.

HAHA My dad used to recite that all the time when I was a kid. I forgot all about it. My aunt Mary just left it on my facebook page.

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