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Sep 2023
Out with my dad...

I can't stop thinking I am holding his hand for him to walk...

It seems like yesterday he was holding mine for me to walk. Where did time go?

One way or the other our hands stay together....
A poet in Paradise
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A poet in Paradise
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   SiouxF
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