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To the man who made me who I am Being with you was like learning without a textbook I just watched and copied and made it my own From gardening to maths You made me my own genius I didn't have to speak for you to know what was wrong You didn't judge me for the silly things I said Or how I never learnt at school You taught me to teach my self You were my Mr Miyagi With less riddles more jokes I learnt that laughter can flood rooms like tidal waves And we were leaves to float in it And now you're gone I wont mourn You would tell me to stop crying and cut my hair I will use laughter to put a smile on raggedy dolls And the stories to keep the dark days down Thank you for being the Godfather of giggles Making Sunday dinners not the day to fear Mondays Having gardening not be a chore but a way to think Rest well Granddad.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
Godfather Of Giggles
To the man who made me who I am Being with you was like learning without a textbook I just watched and copied and made it my own From gardening to maths You made me my own genius I didn't have to speak for you to know what was wrong You didn't judge me for the silly things I said Or how I never learnt at school You taught me to teach my self You were my Mr Miyagi With less riddles more jokes I learnt that laughter can flood rooms like tidal waves And we were leaves to float in it And now you're gone I wont mourn You would tell me to stop crying and cut my hair I will use laughter to put a smile on raggedy dolls And the stories to keep the dark days down Thank you for being the Godfather of giggles Making Sunday dinners not the day to fear Mondays Having gardening not be a chore but a way to think Rest well Granddad.
Siththa
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
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