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Jessica Dawn Clingempeel

Dedicated to my teacher and her beloved father

Remembering that day like any other
I woke to the sounds of a screaming mother.
My dad was laying there against the hard wall
and I fell to my knees and started to bawl.
People came over and we prayed,
than off to the graveyard were my daddy laid.
Remembering the times when I was a child
the touch of his hand would make me smile.
The sound of his voice could be as strong as thunder
even than he was a loving father.
When ever I cried he was always there
when ever I was sick he always did care.
When remembering my father I'll always be at ease
because I know he is there taking care of me!

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