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My Dad

When we talk, he calls me Gal and it always warms my heart Especially when we're on the phone cuz we're so far apart I've never told him this how much it means to me That no one else has ever used this warm metonymy So tenacious all his life In his ways he's very set No matter what he does It's right, on that you can bet Do what you think is right To us he's always told Our decisions were always backed My father's loyalty is GOLD I hope he knows I love him I tell him every time we speak Don't ever quit calling me Gal And I'll always kiss your cheek

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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