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SweetheartDad, I remember you Always calling me sweetheart, Whenever we talked on MSN messanger We were never far apart. When I lay my head down And lightly close my eyes, I see you typing to me And catching me by surprise. I loved the way you made me laugh Every single time we talked, I miss those times very much, Dad Now, my happiness has been docked. Copyright Cynthia Jones Aug.7/2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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