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You only get one mother in this life and she is precious. What a loss. The only woman who ever sang Happy Birthday to me. I can't sleep. I've lost my bedtime storyteller. And I feel so bad for my father. This is his very worst nightmare realized. Don't be too hard on me for the stress I might have caused my parents. I'm creative and I can't help writing songs and poems and things. My work was stolen and misused and I am now forced to defend my honor. I'd rather not have to share my unpleasant facts with the world. My mother was religious and I think I made her happy by returning to my faith. I also sent her the poem I dedicated to her (The Servant) and she liked it very much. She's at rest now and I hope she made it to the glorious Kingdom of Truth where she can celebrate her son's integrity. It sure beats this place. |
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Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Good Bye Dorothy
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