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My Friend ( My Dad )Jet black hair And bright blue eyes With a voice from heaven Made the women stare A cowboy hat And pointed boots Dancing all night With lots of time to chat The years are passing by And your hair turned grey The eyes have faded but you're still quite a guy Still singing and dancing Only slower now The hard years behind you No longer prancing Live your life now, my friend Like there is no tomorrow Even if it comes today Live til the end Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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