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| My Buddy By:Christina O. Price June 23, 2003 As told to me' by; Our 5 year old grandson... My papa Pete was my buddy, We did everything we could do! We went grocery shopping And rode me on the cart' too My Papa Pete told me stories That I still remember now! He bought me bubble gum,& honey buns. We sat on the porch 'and watch The birds pass by He told me many stories I hardly remember...... Why? I was just a little baby of two, Now I'm big ,I am five. I love my papa Pete even if he died.. He is in heaven now Watching us from the sky. My papa Pete was my buddy , We went fishing some day? He told me he would take me When I would be able to Sit still, not cry... I guess my papa Pete is fishing' In God's fishing pond,by now And I'll catch up later .... When I grow up and get old As he would tell me of things untold I love my papa Pete still,and miss him so He will always be my fishing buddy As he promise me, one day. I love you Papa' Pete~ (Your buddy Kyle') Now seven years old..(THIS WAS ADDED RECENTLEY) |
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