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never look back
Never Look Back
It was the poverty of vision that got to me, the drabness of moving
from one home to another. I wanted sunlight, not the dim light that
shines from a basement`s kitchen window.
Fled, sought other shores.
I was not able to escape the ghost of the past; letters went unanswered.
The uncle of many children and a father of no one
I should have stayed fought my corner from the base of the beginning.
It is a sunny day where I live, up North snow falls, I feel a deep sadness
of the coward, yet have no regrets
It was the poverty of vision that got to me, the drabness of moving
from one home to another. I wanted sunlight, not the dim light that
shines from a basement`s kitchen window.
Fled, sought other shores.
I was not able to escape the ghost of the past; letters went unanswered.
The uncle of many children and a father of no one
I should have stayed fought my corner from the base of the beginning.
It is a sunny day where I live, up North snow falls, I feel a deep sadness
of the coward, yet have no regrets
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