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"A Man Too Perfect"
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Even though he loved me he'd never tell But I truly loved him just as well His sparkling eyes and Santa Claus smile Only seemed to sneak out once in a while His white hair looked snowy just like his lawn I'm sorry to say that he is now gone He would sit in his chair and open the mail When he told us a story it seemed like a tale He loved to drink smoothies, my one of a kind He wouldn't settle for perfect; he never said "fine" He was gentle in his own special way Even when he was sick for the day His house was filled with warmth even in the winter And when he carried his wood he left with not one single splinter He yelled up the stairs for Grandma, "YOO-HOO" And he wondered with all that wood what do they do He always watched boxing and the New York Yankees They lost their number one fan and so did we A true born Republican in his heart Boy did my family think he was smart He dreamed of living in Maine But we couldn't stand to see him in pain We took him bowling and to the beach Lots of life lessons to all of us he'd teach Wherever he is I pray that he knows I love him from my head to my toes My Grandpa was my hero and always will be Even up there in Heaven watching over me I love you Grandpa, oh so dear Now more than ever I wish you were here Your memory lives on, you loved the birds A man too perfect for ordinary words |
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| Angie's Poem To Grandpa (Joseph. V. Abbate, Sr.) |
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