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Array ( [sid] => 49834 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dying For A Fag [time] => 2004-05-31 13:52:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => When I was 13 my Dad almost died,
We were pretty sure heaven and he were about to collide,
I phoned quickly for an ambulance to attend,
To help my Dad to get back on the mend.

The feeling of fright is still fresh in my mind,
Another Dad like mine I’d fail to find,
My Mum’s complexion was as white as a sheet,
Thinking her beloved husband and death were finally going to meet.

We thank God for not taking him away from us,
If he’d died I would have felt like throwing myself under a speeding bus,
Death crept up and grabbed my Dad,
But he fought and beat it with all the strength he had.

He gave up smoking a few years ago,
Finally decided to give cigarettes the old heave ho,
From smoking he has been left with heart and lung disease,
That almost brought down on his knees.

I should practise what my Dad does preach,
He has a great lesson of near death to teach,
He came very near to leaving us behind,
But he knew he had will power that eventually he did find.
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Dying For A Fag

Contributed by pixie on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 01:52:18 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

When I was 13 my Dad almost died,
We were pretty sure heaven and he were about to collide,
I phoned quickly for an ambulance to attend,
To help my Dad to get back on the mend.

The feeling of fright is still fresh in my mind,
Another Dad like mine I’d fail to find,
My Mum’s complexion was as white as a sheet,
Thinking her beloved husband and death were finally going to meet.

We thank God for not taking him away from us,
If he’d died I would have felt like throwing myself under a speeding bus,
Death crept up and grabbed my Dad,
But he fought and beat it with all the strength he had.

He gave up smoking a few years ago,
Finally decided to give cigarettes the old heave ho,
From smoking he has been left with heart and lung disease,
That almost brought down on his knees.

I should practise what my Dad does preach,
He has a great lesson of near death to teach,
He came very near to leaving us behind,
But he knew he had will power that eventually he did find.

Copyright Â© pixie ... [ 2004-05-31 13:52:18]
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Re: Dying For A Fag (User Rating: 1 )
by Colleen on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 02:01:33 PM AEST
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Wow, that was an amazing poem that a lot of people can relate too unfortunantly.

Re: Dying For A Fag (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 02:02:38 PM AEST
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And this is a fine tribute to God's luving, mercy, grace, luv.
You've written it so well.
God bless u for imortalizing his miracle in word form.
luv, huggs,
emy

Re: Dying For A Fag (User Rating: 1 )
by Princesaazul16 on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 07:56:49 AM AEST
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Nice job. My dad almost had a heart attack about 3 years back from smoking, and if we wouldn't have taken him to the hospital then the possiblity of me having my dad right now would have been one in a billion but that's besides the point. It's amazing how you never know what you had till you either lose it or come very close to losing it. Keep up the good work!
~Stace~

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