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I Am The Apple Of My Father's Eye

I am the apple of my Father's eye
I hope that I will be until I die
I believe I am destined to be poor
‘Tis what I chose when he knocked on my door

After all he did give me my white rock
That's when he received me into his flock
The world will go on as its always done
I'll continue living knowing I've won

Someone holds my signet within their hands
Maybe they've marked many in many lands
Could this person be considered the beast
What will happen in this modern Zeitgeist

I'll no longer worry about my wife
After all she is living her own life
She is the master of her destiny
She'll continue to do what gives her glee

Maybe in her eyes I'm the evil one
And maybe she's with me just for our son
I guess you can say only time will tell
I hope I don't end up saying oh well

poem by Edwin Tanguma
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