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For You-Dad

We never got a chance, to go to that place in France, you said we'd stand on them fields and all, the one from the picture on mums kitchen wall. Said we'd jump out of a plane, to the ground, from the beautiful sky, ski-diving, that sounded great, even though I'm afraid of heights. We never got a chance, to go skiing like we agreed, to on the way to the shop, or complete the golden mile, that would have been fun to watch. You see there were so much, that we were meant to do, but i will do them for the two of us, I'll do them all for you. And although you won't be there, i know you'll keep me safe, so okay I am scared of heights, but I'll try my best not to be so afraid. And i know that i can't handle much beer, but i won't stop till i reach the last pub, so after i can say to you, that we have done all of this stuff.

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Date: 4/23/2014 1:34:00 AM
Hi Lucy. I don't think we've met, but I sure love this ode to your father--very sweet. I'm a dad of three, so it's touching. Hugs, Mel :)
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Lucy Needham
Date: 4/29/2014 9:41:00 AM
Thank you Mel, that means alot :)

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