Someone had posted this form and called it sextilla, so I thought it would be listed but it was not. It gave me good practice though, so I was happy for that.
Dad was a man of good virture. He always knew what best to do. He was handsome, he had some brawn. He showed us respect, and much care. He listened to our problems there. He was the hero we leaned on.
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