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R.I.P. Charlie “Da Man” Bell Matt Colatrella

My father was the best man of all, He was kind, fun and played basketball.

He took us out and told us a story, Of when he played ball, in all his glory.

When we went to the rec and beat everyone, That might have been the best fun of all.

The time when I felt closest to him, Was when we shot free throws although they didn't hit the rim.

Although he couldn’t sit courtside, I always felt he was right by my side.

I will always feel he's guiding my shots, And I will always love him lots and lots.

Even though we won that game, It only means something, if you would've came.

I will always look over to see if your there, Sitting atop the bleacher in your chair.

Now I know who I want to be, Not you not me not even JB, I want to be, all three. “We Da Man”

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