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Memories My poem is a tribute to my dad. My dad was in a bad bike crash and hasn't been on a bike in years and years. I was over at the house one day on my Virago and this poem describes what happened that day. I don't think that he was really afraid of riding but many things had happened to him since that time. He had fallen from toping a tree and broke his neck in three places and his back in two and both wrists. He is lucky to be alive much less walking and in good health. >From time to time his arthritis acts up but to be expected for being 68. So I think his thoughts were not to push a good thing because a fall would be very bad for him. |
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day I watched my Dad. 2/2000 Live to the fullest, because you can only be so cautious and life will pass you by. |