Sometimes I think about alot of things. Sometimes I think alot about something. Sometimes I think fondly while reflecting upon a wisper. Sometimes I ponder why? Sometimes I wonder how? Sometimes I question what? I sometimes drift into my mind thinking over the days gone behind. I used to often think of you. But now its only sometimes. I miss you so. Im glad your free. I just wish you were here with me. Love ya Dad.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 17:31:58 +0000
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