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Chapter II · Poetry

The Builder

The homes he built still stand today Through the recession, he found a way The families he built have united in love Our gift to him as he arrived above He had a sudden interest in a particular bean He was an advocate for truth, but never mean He was funny and made laughter fill the air “It’s not fur, it’s definitely camel hair” He drove like he street raced his Chevy He’s gone, but my heart is not heavy Because he raised his children to love the Lord He taught me so much in the seat of his Ford His visits were many and his intent was true He made it obvious how much he loved you – – I love you Grandpa! I’ll see you soon.

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