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Submitted: December 30, 2011

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Submitted: December 30, 2011




I remember him,

because he taught me how to swim.


I remember the red swing,

it was in hot spring.

He was pushing,

and I was singing.


He was tall,

because he played basketball.


He was there for me,

always setting me free.

He showed me the way,

that wasn’t grey.


I was happy,

every time he took me for a nappy.


The year 2009

was the last time

we spent together

I remember,

because it was a cold weather.


He showed me the way

That wasn’t grey.


But the way is grey,

now every day.

My sister was only seven

when he went to heaven.


There are no more tear to cry

There is just a good-bye.


He use to call me


Oh, how I miss you my dear


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