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I can't do what my Daddy did,
making ends meet from Swap Meet fortunes.

I can't do what my Daddy did,
start a job at 15, work into it as an adult
give in to it for 30 more years
to retire to the white picket dream.

I can't do what my Daddy did,
save-a-way, with each penny earned,
each cent nimbly tucked away for the "rainy day".

I can't do what my Daddy did,
how he helped me with my young goals,
set sights on education.

No, I can't do what my Daddy did,
give in to a structure of economy
that took care of him and his family
and his sisters
and mother
a father in the VA...
live to see another day...

of the Dream.
of the American reputation
that was printed for all to see
in the books of history -- now a mere scrapbook
of Uncle Sams glory days.
- Jessica M.Wilson
2/28/14
Friday, 11:15am
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