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There will be  pictures I want to see. Pictures of your life-line growing, In a background with Christmas Trees, School days, soccer matches, Recitals and dinner blessings, Parties, proms and outright laughing, When all who matter are present. I'm not taking the picture. I'm not in the picture. So, Remember Me. Don't release me. Sit with your children's children, Open and tell a story About a picture in the book; They may laugh with bewildered looks At the old Irishman, The Da da, Daddy, Dad, and Faja, The one who's loved you From conception on, Your old man.
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
The Sacred Book
There will be  pictures I want to see. Pictures of your life-line growing, In a background with Christmas Trees, School days, soccer matches, Recitals and dinner blessings, Parties, proms and outright laughing, When all who matter are present. I'm not taking the picture. I'm not in the picture. So, Remember Me. Don't release me. Sit with your children's children, Open and tell a story About a picture in the book; They may laugh with bewildered looks At the old Irishman, The Da da, Daddy, Dad, and Faja, The one who's loved you From conception on, Your old man.
Remember me. King Claudius' plea.
francie-lynch
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
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