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May 2014
My dad used to say, any day above ground is a good day.
Guess he had to make sense of it all somehow.
Guess he had to soften the blow of his slow walk down
Wonder if he ever wished it was quicker.
Doubt he ever had all the answers.
Promise you he knew what a day was worth.
Wish I would have known it before he
hid in the earth.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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   Elioinai, Samantha Faith and fdg
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