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Created on: June 02, 2009
Aldis Nussbaum
Daddy, let's look in the closet,
there might be some things we need there.
some old dusty feelings,
an unused I love you,
or a bottle of, "Son I Do Care."
Daddy, let's look in the attic,
for those things you wanted to show.
Like the fact that you're proud of
the man I grew up to be ...
Daddy...I'm dying to know...
Daddy, you're dying...
don't go,
till we look in the closet
once more.
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