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A Father's Love
Often I had noticed his callused, tired hands. For all those long exhausting hours, he worked to plow the land. He hardly took the time to sit down to relax. He carried all the burden upon his tired back. He used to talk of money until I would get so mad!, but now I know he was concerned of the little that we had. So... Hats off to you dear Father, for the work that you had done. For it was not in vain, be reassured, Your legend will live on, through ME!
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