William Sinclair Manson's poetry

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We are used to seeing you day by day the sound of your voice and what you say. We sensed things were different lately there's no smile your words full of poison nasty and vile. Still you stay while living apart anger in your sleep fast beating heart. Despite this we love you the best dad around your life complicated unbalanced unsound. We sit at the table not a sound can be heard we look at the walls feeling absurd. Why do you both live in pain and strife? once a happy couple Husband and Wife. Our school life suffers too tired to study drained, uninterested dirty and muddy. Now when we wake you are not here The house is silent frighteningly clear. No calls or letters? to make our day why blame us? is what we say. Are you happy Dad? we need you to call we want to see you desperately is all. Now you are called our weekend Dad life is unfair mum has a new lad! We go to the movies play games in ...