I was going through my drawers today
And came across the handkerchief
I had used to dry my eyes
On the day of my fathers death
I never did wash it
Those tears hold meaning for me
Although they have long dried and gone
Never will his memory
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
I was going through my drawers today
And came across the handkerchief
I had used to dry my eyes
On the day of my fathers death
I never did wash it
Those tears hold meaning for me
Although they have long dried and gone
Never will his memory
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