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I remember how much Dad suffered during his final days.After months of receiving chemotherapy, he passed away.Regular chemo stopped working so they used a more powerful version that made him feel worse.
I am a spicy fabric! I do not stick to the skin I do not sweat And who are you to say I am a ditz to be amazed at life’s simple pleasures? You always like to rain on my parade
What could I do? What would I say? I cannot begin to imagine the pain I'll feel once I realize you are permanently gone You'll be like a distant memory of what could have been, what was
On the important month of a 7 year old, lies a spirit with great joy.  
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