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Nov 2015
I was
the first
to cry
when daddy died
lying there
so peacefully
in his
sweet golden 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
and
prove his worth
Written by
Stu Harley
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