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Dan the man,

Dan the man,

Danial Eric Mathis,

My godson,

Knew his aunt Val,

Loved Pal,

Aunt Val’s dog,

From infant pal lay beside Dan,

Nappied Dan,

Smelly Dan,

Pal like Val would have shed blood for Dan,

When Dan crawled Pal was there,

When Dan ate a dog food crunchy it was always after with spitty,grubbie hand Dan fed pal,

At eight when Dan ate with a spoon,

Pal ate a spoonful too,

Wheaties boy and dog,

While watching Saturday TV,

Then Bam its nineteen ninety seven,

I’m called home fr Black Hills, Pal’s arthritis is bad,

One of mom’s best friends my Pal,

Australian shepard,Black Lab,

In nineteen eighty-five,

Pal real named Beaureguard,

Walked interstate from Denver,CO-Correlville,Iowa,

Huge back pack with pans and puppy at my side,

God knows I loved Daniel Eric Mathis,

My Dan the man,

Not once did my nephew of Waukon,Iowa who knew his aunt best take a stand for her against the monster in my family,

Diana Lee Dudley,

Unable to live without money mom had,

Would not leave mom or Ellen alone,

Sucked mom dry after destroying moms peace,

Destroyed my family,

Murdered mom and Ellen,

Where are those days?

What happened to my little nephews,

Dan and Craig Mathis of Waukon,Iowa,

All dead to me,

A heart can only loose so much,

Pity no hunting season on narcississ bullied who use Codine packs on our eighty plus mom’s,

In my heart I will always remember being twenty-six,

The summer after I wore Marine Corps Uniform,

Mom yelling me she’d never care for another one of my dogs,

Or mom broken hearted because Pal needed a hand to cross the rainbow,

I know all those who loved mom best were there beside her when she finally escaped Diana and passed,

Penny our golden retriever cocker and Pal and Patches,

Her horses, Lady who mom loved so,

And Kotten our long haired calico,

When I die Diana will be ashes,

Mother will have never had her ashes brought home,

Diana sold mom’s wedding ring from grandma Agnes Kleeman Heike,

Important thing mom and my friends know the truth,

I was innocent of all the lies that stoled my christian family,

Pity christian never practice what they sew,

Pal a puppy and me


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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