He is my life,
though death is his presence.
His hands are my foundation,
and his words are my guidance.
His laughter gave me joy.
His anger made me sad.
His death made me rage,
and "he" is my dad.
His memory gives me life.
Another day in this hell.
Maybe next time a quarter
should fall in the well!
I loved you my father.
I loved you, dear friend.
You were here for the beginning.
I hope you'll be there in the end.
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