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Apr 2015
I miss our morning talks.
Where we constantly agree or laugh.
I miss you saying 'Love you dad'

We miss you.
See it in your mom face.
You will never be replaced.

To hear your favorite song.
Makes us simply break down.
God, we miss having you around.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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