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Sunday, June 16, 2013
A Father's Day Poem by My Sister Sally
Letters of Our Days A, E, I, O, U: These were all the five So select letters in being Standby for someday, The imagined who at noon can see Indifferently the hollow of Moonlight and sometimes “Y” . . . The sun in the only One center of the galaxy Once upon a time: Remember? Dear Papa,
How are you? I am fine. Having a wonderful time. Wish you were here.
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