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Oh my HENRY
thay guy, he was my hero, and everything to me
My HENRY, my dear old dad
he was the best friend that i ever had
My HENRY, in sports i knew that he was proud of his. JOHNNY-his-son-ME
he told me, never to quit, and you can be, whatever you dream, to BE
My HENRY, he was so proud of me when i became a MARINE
when i came home, in my uniform, that was the proudest that my HENRY, was ever seen
My HENRY my dad
for my life time, he will always remain, the best friend that i ever had
My HENRY, he was short, confident, and strong
anyone who knew my dear old dad, HENRY, you just knew, no one could do him no wrong
Any wrong, he would quickly RIGHT
my dear old dad, HENRY, he would not be wronged, he would put anyone, just right where they belonged, dad woud not back down, from any other, he always stood his ground, ready to defend, ready to make things right, day or night, dad, my HENRY, would never back down from A FIGHT
Agatha m dear mother, she would, always try her best to calm dad down
dad, my HENRY, had one of the fiercest, explosive tempers, that i have ever seen, or found
Dad, he was like a minnesota -Tornado, when he was explosive and got angry and mad
but when the storm, passed, and the sun came out to shine, there was my loving HANK, just like a gentle kitten, when he wasnt angry, he was so gentle, not so bad
oh HENRY, my dear HENRY, my dear old, dad
he was the best friend, for my life, that i ever had
By john d jungers
19--may--2016
thay guy, he was my hero, and everything to me
My HENRY, my dear old dad
he was the best friend that i ever had
My HENRY, in sports i knew that he was proud of his. JOHNNY-his-son-ME
he told me, never to quit, and you can be, whatever you dream, to BE
My HENRY, he was so proud of me when i became a MARINE
when i came home, in my uniform, that was the proudest that my HENRY, was ever seen
My HENRY my dad
for my life time, he will always remain, the best friend that i ever had
My HENRY, he was short, confident, and strong
anyone who knew my dear old dad, HENRY, you just knew, no one could do him no wrong
Any wrong, he would quickly RIGHT
my dear old dad, HENRY, he would not be wronged, he would put anyone, just right where they belonged, dad woud not back down, from any other, he always stood his ground, ready to defend, ready to make things right, day or night, dad, my HENRY, would never back down from A FIGHT
Agatha m dear mother, she would, always try her best to calm dad down
dad, my HENRY, had one of the fiercest, explosive tempers, that i have ever seen, or found
Dad, he was like a minnesota -Tornado, when he was explosive and got angry and mad
but when the storm, passed, and the sun came out to shine, there was my loving HANK, just like a gentle kitten, when he wasnt angry, he was so gentle, not so bad
oh HENRY, my dear HENRY, my dear old, dad
he was the best friend, for my life, that i ever had
By john d jungers
19--may--2016
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