My father drove all the way from Toronto to Fort Lauderdale Florida,
I was seven.
I was seven.
He took me to Disney Land.
The Tiki hut and the singing parrots.
Driving for days.
Driving to the Fort Lauderdake Beach
and me puking in the car,
and me puking in the car,
My father loved to drive
He worked for the Xerox company
Sales.
He drove to Hamilton,
He drove to Peterborough
He drove to Peterborough
He was proud of his company car and he loved to drive.
He took me to his office
I played on his desk and took some pens home.
I played on his desk and took some pens home.
He took me to Peterborough and I met his girlfriend
who treated him kindly...
with love.
who treated him kindly...
with love.
She made him blueberry perigies. The same color as the ocean water
On the Fort Laudedale beach he took my hand and I promised never to tell.
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