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Not Now... Daddy's Too Busy Working Two shadow's weave chilling a child's precious laugh; gold binds deep and banishes desired love. One more gift - that which all the other dads gave as well - does not replace the fading memories - desire's tinder - of warm hugs, lazy park days, wrestling and tumbling off the coutch, and the wise man who laughed almost too much. Locked in the office, the silent room at the end of the shadowed hall, he'll never come out. Meals pass, day and night fuse, his dead body fumbles through the motions, ignoring its joyous past. Checks come and go, everything else just grows old; this egg turns black frozen by side effects of money's grasp. |
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