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Up on yonder Eyes see One vision Listen to me ....My Father.... My Dad Pops A.K.A. Old man Jenkins ACTUALLY his given name Exactly The same as Mine DELTON GEORGE PEELE THATS THREE E'S TOUGHEST MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN Never seen The Man back down from anything Thee epitomy Of a ladies man Smooth talkin sob I Miss *** Im buckled ... ****** Dad ..... The prankster HE In privy Told his confidant He didnt want To be a burden To me After loosing .My Mother. To cancer ...I.. Heard rumor he suffering From the same I went to see HE Said no son Im ok Not to wory ..... Damm it Dad .... **** I cant say Anything I miss you Like a son Who needs a father Im Insane With the grief Knowing My greatest friend My hero My true North Youre bitter end Alone **** I cant do this The veil Of my life torn Forlorn The shame is too Much to carry My vision Is This quest Has no joy left And The path Before Me Rapidly Becoming Shorter than The one Behind Guess Ill Have to man Up Take the wheel Mash the pedal to the medal Light it up I dont want Feel
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Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC
Up on yonder
Up on yonder Eyes see One vision Listen to me ....My Father.... My Dad Pops A.K.A. Old man Jenkins ACTUALLY his given name Exactly The same as Mine DELTON GEORGE PEELE THATS THREE E'S TOUGHEST MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN Never seen The Man back down from anything Thee epitomy Of a ladies man Smooth talkin sob I Miss *** Im buckled ... ****** Dad ..... The prankster HE In privy Told his confidant He didnt want To be a burden To me After loosing .My Mother. To cancer ...I.. Heard rumor he suffering From the same I went to see HE Said no son Im ok Not to wory ..... Damm it Dad .... **** I cant say Anything I miss you Like a son Who needs a father Im Insane With the grief Knowing My greatest friend My hero My true North Youre bitter end Alone **** I cant do this The veil Of my life torn Forlorn The shame is too Much to carry My vision Is This quest Has no joy left And The path Before Me Rapidly Becoming Shorter than The one Behind Guess Ill Have to man Up Take the wheel Mash the pedal to the medal Light it up I dont want Feel
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Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC
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