Puff Adder
He kissed me to long
I cryed to my Mother
its fine its fine
He's just your Father.
Come sit on my lap my ssssweeeet little daughter.
I knew it I knew it
he was a Puff Adder
in my little mind at only age 9
I knew from school
what he could do
cause extream pain
I dont want the blame
slithered right in and now
I feel ashamed .
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