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Papa Tate

by tate-morgan-1

We mixed colors from childhood with gentle tones that came with time gave birth to a generation that became the pride of our prime Those were days of joys un-ending you think we won't see anymore 'Cause where we find ourselves these days we have never been to before Each place in life brings adventure meant to try us all of our days To test resolve and resilience that we apply to each new phase We will always have a purpose as now I am called Papa Tate To tell you the truth I love it being a grandfather is great Tate
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Written by
tate-morgan-1
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Published
Jul 8, 2015
Time
2m
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The days of life may dim at times and new things always feel unsafe and insecure. But what we fear is infirmity. However Life is only good as long as it is changing and growing. Like the seasons we come and go and face the end like any man. So it is that when the time comes I'll conform to the masters plan

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