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Cancer
I wish you could live longer,
I know you might die soon,
I wish it would just go away,
And stay that way forever.
You always get so sick,
So sick, it makes me cry,
And I've always hoped so hard,
That you would rather live than die.
I hope you'll always love me,
Even when you're gone,
I promise I will do the same,
Through morning and 'till dawn.
You'll always be my hero,
Like a policeman or a dancer,
I'll miss you oh so very much,
If you die of your cancer.
Editor's Note: My Papa (grandpa) has cancer. I'll miss him VERY much if he dies of it. This
is for Papa. I LOVE YOU!
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