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Still My Dad

if you were still here,
i would have no fear,
this make me so sad,
for you are my dad,
i will not forget,
that awful fret,
that i had when you died,
for you were so kind,
that you gave me life,
so i could become a wife,
if it wasn't for you,
i wouldn't had pulled through,
if you could still live,
i would give,
you the thing you should of had,
for you are still my dad;
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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