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dad no. 1

my dad's hands were calloused  
from working dawn 'til dusk  
fixing old cars  
building a blue collar college trust  
empty pockets  
dreams on hold  
wallet full of dust  
silver's worth less than gold  
and both  
are worth more than rust
Written by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)
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