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Father's Hand
My daddy loves me
this, I surely know,
he holds me tight, in his arms
reads to me nightly, underneath my window.
He promises to love me forever
with all of his heart and soul,
I am his one and only son
making me happy, is his goal.
I love how he takes me for walks
he holds my hand so tight,
he never lets go of it
holds on, with all his might.
I love my daddy so
and the things, he does for me,
I follow him everywhere
which fills his heart with glee.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
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