your words are like thumbtacks
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Complete Thu, Aug 23, 2018<5 mins
This is a poem to my dad I wish I had the courage to read It to him but I don't sadly I have had it for about 6 months and I thought I would like to share it....
Please comment if there was anything that you think that I could add, change, or fix. ... Thanks
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