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My father was a lowly man in the village, he was a shepherd; he looked after rancher’s cattle for a living, he fed them well for many years yet, he never had even a pigeon on his name An ordinary man who spent every penny he earned to raise his children, today we sat around the table listening to the testator On his legal will he states, that I shall only inherit his greyish winter coat and his blue leather pair of shoes they are both old and worn and this is how my father spent his life his best and worst days were grey and blue and I’m afraid to dress in my father’s tears
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Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
The testator
My father was a lowly man in the village, he was a shepherd; he looked after rancher’s cattle for a living, he fed them well for many years yet, he never had even a pigeon on his name An ordinary man who spent every penny he earned to raise his children, today we sat around the table listening to the testator On his legal will he states, that I shall only inherit his greyish winter coat and his blue leather pair of shoes they are both old and worn and this is how my father spent his life his best and worst days were grey and blue and I’m afraid to dress in my father’s tears
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Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
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