Being Rich

Poem By Randy McClave

My daughter
Is very
Touchy-feely!

She has an
Achy-breaky
Heart.

Cries on every
Little thing…

This upsets me.

I want her to know -
Life's full of struggles.
She has to be strong
Like me.

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