A great friend

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Dear dad- did you ever lay your eyes on me? I remember in agony and melancholy, My entire childhood was spent wondering what hell did I do to you and what heaven could I have done to keep you around.
Would you be proud?All the lessons you've taught meThe letters you kept me writingHands so worn with lead You've left behindNot by choice,The last words,You give are..Poetry, all that you have leftYou give it the best you canKeep writing what you'
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