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Poetry For Truckers
A Trucker's Prayer
Native Poetry
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Final Bits-o-Wisdom
Dear Mom and Dad
September 11, 2001
Life is just a collection of memories,
Like the many stars in Father Sky,
They go on forever.

Snobunny
If I could talk to my Great Grandfathers,
I would say the old times are gone.
So much has changed,
but love like the wind is still here.
When all else fades away,
faith, hope and love remain.
Those feelings that are so strong,
so mysterious,
will always be with us.
I think of my relatives,
and I thank you,
I thank you.

Words by Paul LaRoche
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