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My inspiration She is born, And with a brush of my thumb, I can feel all her bones, I hesitate to hold her at first, So small--but fills me with enough to burst, Makes me swear to never curse, Or let her ever hurt Or allow her to wear any type, shape, or form of short skirt, I'd rather choke Than let my smoke irritate her little throat, With the first bat of her lashes She took over my world--like no girl before ever could, Stole more parts of my soul--then any devil ever took With her smile I'm sold The fire in my selfish desire put out cold As far as I'm concerned she's my North and South Pole, The world revolves around her I feel a little sorry for her though, The bloke she's gonna have to call daddy is a joke, Luckily she didn't get his nose, Or much of his other physical features, After all she is a beautiful creature The thought of all the things I want to teach her, But I know soon enough she will become the teacher Promise to be on every bleacher, Wearing her picture on my T-shirt, Did I mention no short skirts? I hope she has a sense of humor, Because life is too short to frown, Or not get up when you’re down, A couple years down the road she's 12 years old, Such a beautiful little girl, Wears clothes her own, Doesn’t care much for her hair, As it wraps down in curls, Curls up with her books, Her words years ahead of her looks, Just turned 25 and so full of life Independent and free but still secretly--Dreams of being a mother and wife, I see her and the love in her eyes, It’s a shame she won't talk to me about love, But I hope I've showed her enough, So she can recognize it when she meets the one, That allows her to be complete, That steals her away from me—to give me a grandson in return And as I watch him play, I'll reminisce on these days, When life was all about getting hazed, I too grow old, Get ready to leave this world, In my death bed it's her hand I hold, As she lies in tears, and I lie without fears, I swear on everything I'll constantly tell her how she saved me, Back when she was a baby--and even before As I write this to her my inspiration…before she's even born.
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