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Feb 2011
I wake and yet its today ..a day of wantin away
Tomorro I dont want to hear ...a fear a shiver... a spear
a death I so not want to see yet death was so close i could flee

He died yet is so part of me.. a pappa.. a dad ..a gentry
my rock my heart so I miss ...his sound vice and so smile a bliss
never hatin or questioning my..just a love.. a heart so inside

So dad that I miss ever more
I remember your sound and cant help the tears I still tore
you said that you were ok ..yet death was a second away
tomorro does bring you afore my love..oh my rock my ....
PAPPA!!
andy fardell
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