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The Greyhound bus that paused for a moment and couldn’t run Donald Coffin a.k.a. Dad bus pioneer was no longer among It was Dad’s soul in the Heavenly flow It was God throughout being in the know Donald Coffin a.k.a. Dad as I called him A man with buses on his mind It didn’t matter the name and shape The fact it was a bus and that was enough I had the opportunity to buy two buses from Mr. Coffin’s collection being the GM PD-4106 and GM PD-4107 They will always be the remembrance of Dad’s life and his bus involvement The key word is “Commitment” It was the Bus lesson taught being bus advice It was Dad’s delight that enlightened me with enthusiasm His knowledge being experience I remember a time when Mr. Coffin being Dad was the Greyhound Curator, and the time I assisted him in getting pictures that he was unable to get Dad was a dedicated bus pioneer I will remember Dad the way buses that inspired him He captured my understanding and his legacy of empowerment Buses will continue to run It’s Donald Coffin’s spirit that will always be among Thanks Dad in your wisdom share I see whispers of love flying in the air Your time had arrived Heaven had prepared the highway being the direct route of your resting place The Greyhound bus was your last ride It was your chariot to Heaven being your stride Bus headlights flash in your honor Horns blow that your bus work is finished Dad you captivated me, and you will always be distinguished I will never forget you Until we meet again.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
A BUS SITS STILL (A TRIBUTE TO DONALD COFFIN, BUS POINEER)
The Greyhound bus that paused for a moment and couldn’t run Donald Coffin a.k.a. Dad bus pioneer was no longer among It was Dad’s soul in the Heavenly flow It was God throughout being in the know Donald Coffin a.k.a. Dad as I called him A man with buses on his mind It didn’t matter the name and shape The fact it was a bus and that was enough I had the opportunity to buy two buses from Mr. Coffin’s collection being the GM PD-4106 and GM PD-4107 They will always be the remembrance of Dad’s life and his bus involvement The key word is “Commitment” It was the Bus lesson taught being bus advice It was Dad’s delight that enlightened me with enthusiasm His knowledge being experience I remember a time when Mr. Coffin being Dad was the Greyhound Curator, and the time I assisted him in getting pictures that he was unable to get Dad was a dedicated bus pioneer I will remember Dad the way buses that inspired him He captured my understanding and his legacy of empowerment Buses will continue to run It’s Donald Coffin’s spirit that will always be among Thanks Dad in your wisdom share I see whispers of love flying in the air Your time had arrived Heaven had prepared the highway being the direct route of your resting place The Greyhound bus was your last ride It was your chariot to Heaven being your stride Bus headlights flash in your honor Horns blow that your bus work is finished Dad you captivated me, and you will always be distinguished I will never forget you Until we meet again.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
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