I was weary almost sickly. I slept, no tears to cry. The Hangman, in my dreams soft spoke; said, “This ain’t no time to die.”
I said, “You know I fear you.” He said, “Yes, and most folks do.” Then he said, “You know I’m kinda busy.” And faded into blue.
Now I’m driving down the highway. And it’s you that’s on my mind. Is no rhyme or reason. Only hope and dreams to find.
Dennis Mantin 
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Hi
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Happy Sunday
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Happy Sunday to you as well!
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Fine thank my Mr. Dennis
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How is the family?
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Family is me and my daughter, and we are doing well.
How is your family?
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Same here just me and my dad we good as well
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How is she doing ?? How old is she??
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11
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