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Grace, and Fathers Day pt 1 grace comes to me quietly i seldom know it's presence until later, when i see the results being too blind or thick to feel the passing touch, the guiding like a child who's father's hand is never far from the bicycle seat don't let go, please don't let go i'll ride it off into the bushes like i did last time i still have the scratches to prove it i can't be trusted on this thing yet don't let go at some point you let go and i learned something

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