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Leave not your dad sad

I could decide that you are bad And people urge to judge you mad, If you would often keep your dad Thinking that he could not be glad,4 Because you had him made a pad: A bearer of what leaves one sad, Often misspending Hard- earned wad, On every craze, every cursed fad: You, his doted -upon lad: The one in megaphones he had

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