| Leonard Daniel Dry, Sr. |
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I tell of my grandpa, name's L D D. Went across the planet, many a good deed. Through Europe through Asia, fufilling his need. Through blustery wind and ice, declares his creed. 5 10 was his departure, leaving great grief. Oh, I wish to get Death, to capture that thief. The earth's a cool, rich soil, in depths of a tear. Liberty's being buried, enim maximus pater. His passports are endless, dreamings to be. The last one in Heaven, waiting for me. |