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I was the first to cry when daddy died lying there so peacefully in his sweet chariot casket i give him so much grief being the youngest boy in the family always competing with my older brothers for daddy's affection oh, what laddy i was mischief knows me well as long as i live, on the face of this earth, your son will earn his due, first yet, prove his worth
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
The First To Cry
I was the first to cry when daddy died lying there so peacefully in his sweet chariot casket i give him so much grief being the youngest boy in the family always competing with my older brothers for daddy's affection oh, what laddy i was mischief knows me well as long as i live, on the face of this earth, your son will earn his due, first yet, prove his worth
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
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