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Rough Skin on the Hands


One person that inspires me 

The hardest working man there can be

Waking up at three in the morning, every day

Rain, snow, or heat 

Always finding a way

This man I call dad

We may not always agree 

Constantly bumping heads and sometimes fighting

But he is always there for me

Taught me everything I know

He turned me into the man I am today 

And he will never let me go

I love this man with all my heart

And I fear the day God splits us apart

I wanna stay in Daddy's arms but it is time to grow up

Time to leave for school, find a job, be my own man but it hurts and it throbs

But it's time I live on my own

I'll always be your little boy dad

And you'll always be my old man

Don't forget about me your son, Ian

 

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