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About This Poem
November 9th
A bittersweet day for me
it's a day of celebration but
lacks one thing ever since my
15th birthday their was only
one voice I wanted to hear
giving me wishes I hoped
maybe in a dream you would speak
to me,but you weren't there
my birthday has never been
the same since you died dad
I'm 24 today i hope you would
be proud of your son
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