Now you're gone,
Your body aches.
You watch us all,
As our world dolefully crashes.
I'll miss your shiny,
Spiky head.
And the way you tucked,
Me into bed.
Even though I'm,
Now older.
Without tucking me in,
My bed was colder.
But now you're gone,
Your ashes spread.
We'll meet again,
When I'm dead.
I miss you loads,
My life is sad.
I love you loads,
My dear old dad.
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