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PoPop Sitting under the old pine tree In that rusty green chair, As I remember our PoPop With his pure silver hair. Staring out into the field, What a beautiful view! A proud looker he was With his eyes of clear blue. Working hard every day Under God's bright sun. A leisurely man, But he got the job done. Do unto others Is what he lived by. To honor and respect, PoPop held his head high! An Angel we all hope to have, To help guide us through, To protect and to teach us, The things we never knew. In Memory of PoPop September 11, 1999 |
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