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My Holidays (Rispetto)Holidays are spent missing you Over six months since you have passed, Some days go by, I feel so blue My memories of you, will last. My holidays won't be the same You are gone, God is not to blame, Birthdays and Christmas' will go But, I will always love you so. Copyright Cynthia Jones Dec.26/2007 This poem is about my Dad. I lost him on Father's Day. (June.17/2007) Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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