As I begin cleaning my room I could feel the spirit as it started to loom.sudden blast of cold air I knew then my daddy was here watching making sure all he taught me was done just right he's always keeping me in his sight.picked up a piece of his memora


daddy's still here

Poetry by Cindy Henderson
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Written on 2015-02-16 at 06:49

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