November 23, 2007

On second thought

It has been two years today since I've spoken to my father. I had this whole thing I was going to write, but I'm busy eating turkey and frankly, I have nothing to say on the subject. Except this;

Dad, I'm sorry. I wish I could find forgiveness for you. It's a character flaw; I'm working on it. I miss you, though.

Enough with that. Thanksgiving Haiku is in order.

What smells great in the
stove at 6 PM does not, left out,
the next morn'.

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