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I wrote this poem for Dad's funeral card. I searched the internet for something appropriate and couldn't find anything so knew I had to figure something out. A friend from my local genealogical society loves poetry and so I channeled her energy and tried my hand. Each line is directly related to a memory or memories of Dad. He loved the stars, the color blue, cats, fishing. He loved his friends, made trouble, had enemies. He was an amazing person and a wonderful dad. So this poem was for him. Oh, and he called me, "Shorty."