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Traveler Dec 2018
My Dear Child
I realize you've pledged
To hate me forever
Engraved upon my heart
Our rope has been severed

But a man without his daughter
Is like a lame leg without a cane
I can feel your ill will towards me
As the cold creeps through my vanes

Perhaps your not my offspring
In this crazy world of chance
But I was still prepared
To be your one loving dad

Perhaps you'll never read this
And you may someday wonder why
Someone called the Traveler
Could never say goodbye
....
Traveler Tim

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