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Every time I come here I think about my dear friend I see the poems he's written and the comments he would send It's hard to believe he left us all for a place that's better still I just hope he's got two pennies instead of a dollar bill He always made me smile and sometimes laugh a lot He always was a gental sort who joked about his *** A friend is what he was indeed to many on this site He knew he wasn't perfect nor was he always right Paddy my dear friend, I will miss you And I hope you find your way Your pain is gone, and your sadness too It's the start of a whole new day
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Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 2:20 PM UTC
A Gental Sort
Every time I come here I think about my dear friend I see the poems he's written and the comments he would send It's hard to believe he left us all for a place that's better still I just hope he's got two pennies instead of a dollar bill He always made me smile and sometimes laugh a lot He always was a gental sort who joked about his *** A friend is what he was indeed to many on this site He knew he wasn't perfect nor was he always right Paddy my dear friend, I will miss you And I hope you find your way Your pain is gone, and your sadness too It's the start of a whole new day
Don't forget Paddy, you promised you would have the Fosters ready and waiting for me... ^_^
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Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 2:20 PM UTC
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