Spent very little time with my real father, enough to know him for a black hearted racist.
and Like all racists his was a life of inconsistencies. Her adored this man and demanded absolute quite while his records played.
A love song full of Music
O Thou to whom the musical white spring
by ee cummings
O Thou to whom the musical white spring
offers her lily inextinguishable,
taught by thy tremulous grace bravely to fling
Implacable death's mysteriously sable rob
from her redolent shoulders,
Thou from whose feet...
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