Father

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PP: November 14th, 2012

He holds my hand and dries my tears.

He's my shoulder to lean on.

I love him dearly,

He loves me too,

And he's really silly.

I've got him wrapped around my finger,

And I've got him always smilin'.

He makes me laugh,

He makes me smile,

And I love him dearly.

I love his hugs,

I love his love,

And I love him very much.

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