Randy Johnson

August 20, 1971 - Tennessee
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72 Hours

(This is a fictional poem)

For the last seventy-two hours I've been going through hell.
My daughter was playing and she fell down a well.
I feel so helpless even though the rescue workers assure me that they'll get her out of there.
I've lived for over thirty-five years and this is the first time that I've been scared.
I just got wonderful news, they got her out and she isn't dead.
I'm so grateful because without her, I couldn't have lived during the years ahead.
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