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Daddy
My daddy was a gentle man,
He loved his poetry,
For hours long he'd sit and read,
His books of rhymes to me!.
He read me tales of sailing ships,
And wreckes upon the sea,
Of tying children to the mast,
I felt it could be me!.
Yes poetry, he loved to read,
He wanted too, to write!.
He always had a little ryhme,
A diddie gay and bright!.
Some were silly, and some were sad,
Some were good, others bad!.
No matter what their quality,
They seemed to make him glad!.
For many years he has been gone,
For him I write these ryhmes!.
I think of all the days we had,
Of all the happy times!.
He was not made like all the rest,
A special man was he!.
A son was what he wanted most,
And that young son was me!.
A love of rythme and of rhyme,
To me he passed along!.
I'll write for him a poem sweet,
I'll sing for him a song!.
Although he's gone he's still with me,
He's here within my heart!.
It's he who writes this poetry,
The pen is just my part!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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