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We wanted to visit, that last day in June
but one phone call messed up the fun Ma was not well, so Pa did not celebrate his birthday - it would be his last. No birthday cake, no visitors passing by no schnitzel tradition, was it true or a lie? His birthday was one in solitude Just two months later he passed away it went just too fast to realize that there was no chance to catch up his birthday - only tears I still don't realize that he passed away no phone calls from him no just passing by and when I hear one of his favourite songs I sit down and cry (16 lines) For Pappa (30-6-1935 / 4-9-2009)
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