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My Dad

He ever was a quiet man, With a kind and caring way. He never was a superman, But cast of common clay. A humble man of little note, Of tranquil, peaceful spirit. Like a gentle breeze he touched my life, And I am better for it.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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