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Array ( [sid] => 31907 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Good Ol Days [time] => 2004-01-17 01:32:41 [hometext] => this is something no one really knows about me... but i have been thinking about it... so i wrote this to try to releive it from me..... [bodytext] => I hate the way you treated me
Coming home drinking those nights
Not one day went by without it
Those times you hit me, my brother
We tried to run but always caught
Hits were harder
Stronger, worse, even more
I remember the boards you used
To hit us those nights
And “make us learn”
Times have changed now
But the scars still remain
Deep inside, I will hate you forever
But I can’t change that you’re my dad [comments] => 3 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 32 [informant] => garyh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

The Good Ol Days

Contributed by garyh on Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 01:32:41 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I hate the way you treated me
Coming home drinking those nights
Not one day went by without it
Those times you hit me, my brother
We tried to run but always caught
Hits were harder
Stronger, worse, even more
I remember the boards you used
To hit us those nights
And “make us learn”
Times have changed now
But the scars still remain
Deep inside, I will hate you forever
But I can’t change that you’re my dad

Copyright Â© garyh ... [ 2004-01-17 01:32:41]
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Re: The Good Ol Days (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 02:29:57 AM AEST
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Oh wow, this is soo sssaadd!
Very well said.
Hang tuff.
Jus because he's your Dad that don't give him the right to beat u or your brother.
I'm hoping this is in the past.
peace, joy, luv, huggs,
emy

Re: The Good Ol Days (User Rating: 1 )
by Mouth on Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 03:15:28 AM AEST
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I feel the same way about my Dad..Good write. It really speaks to me.

Sarah

Re: The Good Ol Days (User Rating: 1 )
by hawaii06 on Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 08:26:26 PM AEST
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My father used to beat my sister, brother, mother and I..and I was only 3...that's why I made a poem called "A Father That Was Never There"...He was always drunk and abusive...So I kind of know what you're going through....

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