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 Worm Bed ( a true story about my father)
My dad had a pet Robbin he dug worms for each day,
He spaded the worm bed it was a game they did play.
The Robbin stood near and had no fear of dad,
The bird filled his gullet they both were quite glad.

One  day a friend came over with his BB Gun,
he shot my dads Robbin with the toy Gun.
My dad was at work and and he didn't see,
He turned up the worm bed, but with no Robbin to see.
I stood in silence he looked at my face,
I was hoping this crime got away with no trace.
He said "Have you seen my Robbin and I gave my reply".
My friend had shot it I couldn't lie.
there was tears in his eyes  i knew he was mad,
My friend  killed the Robbin the friend my dad had.
A couple years later my dad passed away,
He and his Robbin in Heaven now play.

Stanley Victor Paskavich
01/19/2006



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