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Family Ties

Go lawyer up, greedy ones.

But you can’t even go see her?

You are fifteen effing minutes away.

What an awful way to be!

It’s an ugly thing

When family doesn’t get along.

I’ve stayed out of it, playing Switzerland,

As you all tore each other apart.

It was hard to stay out of it,

Easier because of the distance perhaps,

But Dad told me it was best.

Now I see Dad’s point of view;

I didn’t get it way back then.

I wanted kumbayah’s all around.

It breaks my heart, but not much I can do.

It makes me mad as hell,

I don’t understand why you all are this way.

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