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May 2019
I was just a boy
When my father
Took me to a funeral
Echos in my ear
I still can hear
What he said
Those many years ago
He said son theres no sense
Trying to wake the dead
The feelings in our hearts
Are better left unsaid
One day you'll be older
Soon you'll understand
Dont go chasing shadows
Trying to wake the dead"
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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