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Daddys Way

Daddy was left in Osceola, Iowa Locked into Alzheimer’s unit Thirty-six miles from home He had been a Fuller Brush salesman He knew his way home He found his way back on a Sunday Took out his favorite boat Honored the lake by dying his way in her waters

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