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| James Martin Sorcic |
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| It�s been a year now and it�s his birthday today. Sept. the 9th. If he was here, right now, tonight, he�d say, � What are you doing up so late?� Or, if it was the morning, � What are you doing up so early?� Now he�s here no longer, but still in my heart. He taught me lots of things and I taught him too. Everyone�s upset and miss him lots. So, I�m writing this poem to let him know, I LOVE YOU !!!!! |
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| Dedicated to: |
| Write a poem, read it. Write a story, publish it. Write a song, sing it. These are the things taught to me by HIM. He taught me to write a poem and I read it. He taught me to write a story, but I never got to published it. He taught me to write and he also taught me to think on my own. But most of all, he taught me about L I F E and how I should never give up. |
| FATHER |
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| Mom�s crying, The kids are crying, friends are crying, and people are crying too. Why, O why is everyone crying? They are missing a part a very important part of their lives. A figure, a shadow, a shape, of a man. Now gone, Gone from the life of others. No life, no breath, no father figure to guide off of. He�s gone now and we must go on. NO! He�s not gone, but in our hearts Forever. |
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| He�s not here, nowhere to be found, but he is here, here in our hearts. Talk to him, think about him, say a prayer. Do something so that he knows you love him. Send a letter, mail it, but it returns. Send another, and it comes back again. No answer at work, No answer at home. Gone forever. |
| Lost Soul |