My Laces
They hang on my wall
They were given to me by the greatest of them all
He was tall
I was small
He played ball
I watched it all
My dad was my favorite athlete that no one knows
He gave me these laces, for when he goes
All though my dad never went to the pro's
I wear his jersey above my toes
I love my dad and these lacers are mine
they make me think about him all the time
I couldnt live without them fine
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