I was at the play ground with my son. I was being a good dad by supporting my child on his birthday. "Thank you for joining me on this very special day, father! I can really feel the love!"
NOT MY POEM**
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/addicted-to-cutting-my-name
With a red cup swirling in my hand, I was dedicated to remain passive and entrenched in my corner for the rest of the night. I’m not one to explore the vastness of a strange party, filled
I was at the play ground with my son. I was being a good dad by supporting my child on his birthday. "Thank you for joining me on this very special day, father! I can really feel the love!"
NOT MY POEM**
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/addicted-to-cutting-my-name
With a red cup swirling in my hand, I was dedicated to remain passive and entrenched in my corner for the rest of the night. I’m not one to explore the vastness of a strange party, filled