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Father Of The Year


I was suppose to be born on your birthday but that didnt work.

You believed in me in soccer when I let myself down

All I did was frown and wantedt to quit

You took me to my first tournament and I made you proud.

Oh how I miss you and your smile

The last time I saw you I was 16 and you cried which wasn't your style.

I hope we can be with each other again

To see the rest of the family so we can all be happy.

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