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To Jane Butkin Roth's next pieceHonk If You're My Daddy The thing is-- I couldn't be sure, being that you never waved or nothin' But I remember after you died I used to see you on the road coming from the opposite direction Was pretty sure it was you-- but you passed so quick, it's something I kept to myself these twenty-five years 'til this Thanksgiving sitting around the table with Cousin Richard, he tells me that he often sees his Dad driving, so now I'm wondering if you're on the same road meeting up somewhere, maybe at the bar just 'round some corner buying Uncle Marshall a couple of beers and betting on some football game.
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