THE ANGEL
He was a hard working farm kid
Calluses on his hands
Smoked at twelve, he did
The strongest Camel brand
He was a hard fighting kid
With his brother by his side
There wasn't any alcohol
Those two hadn't tried
He was a swaggering sailor
Who fought the Japanese
From the turret of an Avenger
Bringing the enemy to its knees
He was a brave firefighter
Not afraid of smoke and flames
He loved playing poker
Five card draw, his game
He was a devoted father
His children were his life
I am proud to love him
And forever be his wife
He never was the epitome of an angel
No way, no how
But for all the good he was in life
He is an angel now
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