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Oh to stand next to greatness. To marvel in the quiet power of a great man. Soft spoken, gentle words that utter the solemn oath of peace. Oh to stand in the shadow of the tallest tree with its roots deeply bound to earth and its branches reaching to heavens light.
Oh to be blessed with such a great man to be my father.
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Not bad eh? I like him!!
ReplyDeleteSweet sweet!
ReplyDeletePosted this for my Dad's birthday which is the sixth but since he does not check the blog on the weekends I posted it on Friday so he could read it at school in the morning.
ReplyDeleteMiss you Dad! Tons!