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Vindicated swimming lessons
by Timothy WilsonA father held my head
High above the water
Put all of his quarters
In the vending machine to dispense
Good fortune
Shook it trying to give me a better future
And when the can-o-raging teen finally clunked out
He went to the manager
Never blaming me
I blamed him
Sorrowful tears
Shit dad, I’m really hurting
He let me go and I could swim
Finally
Shit dad, I’m really sorry
11/11/2006
Author's Note: this poem is really old, I found it yesterday and was like "I should put this on pathetic"...
Posted on 11/21/2009
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
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