Friday is here,
And I miss you so much Pappa.
Mother isn't the same anymore,
Irate sister isn't any better;
Love, but everyday, gets adopted elsewhere,
Yet, here it remains an orphan.
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©AmaliaAbbar
P.S. the poem is fictional.
P.P.S. No clue what on earth that is. It is technically supposed to be an acrostic, if not an embarassing attempt at writing something brilliant.
Bah, I was missing my family though. And it's a Friday, when Pappa must be home and I am not there with him.
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Just a Violet Eden thing
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