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By: Martha Duke Manley The way that you worked
the soil and made your garden grow.
The way that you sat so
erect on your fine horse.
The way that you worked.
And even though we would
occasionally disagree,
Love, your daughter Written in memory of Prince
Farley Duke ,Sr.
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