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TRUE WEALTH


When treasure falls from heaven, it doesn't always come as gold. Sometimes it's a little one, to have and love and hold. Some think wealth's a diamond. Others? They prefer the pearl. But to me and my wife it was... our precious little girl. Just as fast as gold can spend, Sometimes, our lives? The same; and when you find your treasure's spent... You struggle hard to take the blame. Yet if you sit and ponder... on where diamonds shine the most... It's not on the hellhole known as "earth"; but rather with the Holy Ghost. OUR time on earth? Not done. 😢 but in our thoughts, YOU'LL EVER BE. You see, you are our baby girl... our baby DESTINY. ' Mark MY words... We'll meet again. Death?? That's ALL our fate. With tearful eyes I swear to you... We shall meet at Heaven's Gate. ~ Dave "TheDude" Ainsworth ~ #davethedudeokc
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