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J.P. Dare

There was a man named J.P. Dare

who was troubled, but he didn't care.

When his daughter was ten

she said to him then,

"Aren't good daddies rare?"

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Published: Jul 4, 2010
LinesWords: 528

Notes: I wrote this WAY back in 5th grade for a D.A.R.E. project. My dad smokes so, in essence, I was writing what it felt like to be young and to know that a parent is doing something destructive. At the time this was written, there were a lot of other family issues taking place as well, so I drew a lot on how I felt about that.

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