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A father's strong sturdy hands weathered bt age,
tending to soil, praying for rain.
Cousins who grew beneath the shade of the trees,
Bonded forever by the air that we breathe.
What you have given us you may never know,
The appreciation for nature and all that it grows.
A history as promising as a new apples buds and
A future fufilled by those that we love.
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