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May 2021
Grow old with me
My friends
Every years that
We had spended
Together every
Single year
And we can’t
Stop growing old
Because that is the
Way our  father
Made our life
To be
Friends I am already
The oldest friend
That you have
And one day
My father
Will end my life
And he will take
Me home to heaven
And there I will
Leave my new life
Where I also will
Rest in peace
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
(60/M/Toronto)   
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