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WILLIAM LAVANT WHITE
Some called him Will Some called him Sue Some things he was called Saying here would not do
At times a good father At times I was a good son We always loved each other When the day was done
Master plumber extraordinaire Biker to the core Sixteen bikes he owned He lusted after more
He loved his wife He loved their land Together as partners They built it by hand
Served his country With no omissions Destroying submarines Was his mission
Now gone, he would say Son, no need to cry Keep on with the keeping on And hold your head high
Plumber c/09
gaplumber@yahoo.com
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