My Friend My Pal
As I sit here and speak with you and get no reply It's more than often I wondered why you died Your work here in life was not done I sit here and listen your heart broken son. I search for answers that you only had my friend my pal I'm missing you Dad. It's getting late and I have to go just stopped by to say I miss you so. Love Ya Pop
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