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To those who honor me by calling me son I cannot think of anything to be done To return all the love you have given me Or all the food I have had for free I thank God everyday for you I know He will show you though Any trials or bridges you may have to cross for remember, He is the boss The light you have given me by calling me son Is the greatest thing you could have ever done
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Nov 27, 2011
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