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My Dad, Bill

A conservative guy was he, keeping to himself and not oft, initiating verse with others. Working hard at everything he pursued, Bill attained a sort of wealth, to be felt and not seen. After all, he did have a family. It was not supposed to matter how many things a man had. but, more what he practiced, what he consumated, before he died. Leaving behind two beautiful girls, many vehicles and a wife, Bill passed at an early age. Adjustment to the loss came easily for the girls, However 'twas mortifying to wife/ mother,

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