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My shirt is old but it wears well. It was given to me by my father and to him by his.
It's not worth anything to you, but to me it's much more than a shirt.
My children wear it sometimes, imitating their dad and my wife keeps it fresh and clean.
My friends always smile when they see me in it.
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When I was young, only three, I asked my dad if I could plant a tree.
He kneeled down and said of course you can plant a tree. I smiled and said I have something special planned, but you'll have to wait and see. My dad just looked at me and smiled, saying with a chuckle Yes, this will be the perfect tree, for you and me, our special tree.
So with shovel in hand, my dad and me found a perfect spot for my little tree. And so excited I was, this small little twig, knowing someday it would grow to be so big.
Both me and the tree grew up and up and up. It branches grew long and gave lots of shade. Down below, critters homes were made. At first earthworms galore, then much much more. Small birds would come and see the tree, and stick around for the worms you see.
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Where have you gone my love.
It is so dark here now.
Please send a dove to show the way.
Without you my name is Sorrow.
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I looked upon the darkening sky
Feeling quite small and all alone

I sat and pondered to myself
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5.

Fight….Fight god dammit.
A cold shadow over you now
The darkness is all around
Its your choice.
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Why doesn't happiness come in a package

Happiness should come in a-package
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Fight. Fight
I hear it but its just no use.
The cliff is approaching.
There is no controlling it.
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9.

Dad I really feel lost without you.
I think of you all the time and find myself rudderless

You were always my rock.
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My daughter
Sometimes the storms will rage.
The rain will pour like nothing you've ever seen.
And you're gonna fall hard.
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When I was three I planted a tree. This was my tree and together we would always be. I gave it love and it to me, and so we were happy, me and my tree.
Then one day they came to see me and my tree. Men with no faces, and they said to me, you must go, and leave this tree.
Buy why I ask. For we've done no harm. Me and my tree, please let us be.
So they left us alone, me and my tree, but only for a while but I could not see.
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Look over there. See the big green chair. Its my favorite place, the chair over there.
I sit there quite often thinking of this and sometimes that. Sometimes when I sit there I wear a hat. Pink of course, nothing else would do. I even have pink shoe, the other one blue.
When I'm sleeply sometimes I crawl up in the big green chair. It smells of dad, his name is brad. But only mom call him brad, to me he's dad.
But my favorite thing about the big green chair is when dad calls my name,
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My Old Shirt

My shirt is old but it wears well. It was given to me by my father and to him by his.
It's not worth anything to you, but to me it's much more than a shirt.
My children wear it sometimes, imitating their dad and my wife keeps it fresh and clean.
My friends always smile when they see me in it.
Your shirt is new and pressed. It must have cost a lot of money.
But I don't know you yet you tell me what kind of shirt to buy and where to go.
You are free with your judgement of what is stylish and important(to you)
This stain here is chocolate milk during Saturday morning cartoons.
It smells of bubble gum and my wife's perfume.
So not to be rude stranger, but go on your way for though it looks simple,
My shirt is a mirror of me and the values and judgements taught by my father and his before.

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