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4d
When the sunshine appeared on a cloudy day. Times were tough as I looked through my window and saw the rain. May nobody be in pain on every country, sea or land. Then I would never of cried for the death of my father.
This poems about the misery and pain I had from losing my dad.
Written by
Neil Mcpake  50/M/London
(50/M/London)   
36
   Immortality
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