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Dec 2018
She's every bit of her mother
and I pray nothing of her father
I hope she finds a decent man
who will love and cherish and honor
She used to play outside all day but now she has grown up
she never liked her barbie dolls she always played with trucks
17's so hard to be I know I was once too
but even when you're 93 you're daddy still loves you
This was a poem for my sister after
her first break up
she read it at the funeral
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