DOING TIME TIM, TODD AND TRAVIS
I sit here and wonder,
Where my sons are right now:
Locked up, for eight months;
It's a bitch, being down;
I wait for the mail,
Hoping to here, from someone;
The mailman goes by,
Once again, I got none;
Why do I feel,
such sorrow and pain;
I know deep inside,
that nothing has changed;
They still ,are my sons, ,
I"ll love them, for ever;
Lord, please help me out,
This is quite,an endeavor;
Give me patience and peace,
Let my sorrows all cease;
Give me feelings of happy,
To this man, they call "Pappy"!
by PAPPAJOHN
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