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Aug 2015
It was I who said that it couldn’t be done
But you with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but we would be ones
      Who wouldn’t say so till we’d tried.
So I buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On my face. Yes I worried, you saw it.
We started to sing as I tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and I did it!

The rest of the world scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But I shook off my doubt and glared at that prat
      And the first thing they knew I’d begun it.
With bit of self pride and my dad by my side
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
We started to sing as I tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and I did it.

There are thousands that tell me it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to judge by my cover,
There are thousands remind me one by one,
      The failures I am soon to discover.
But I’ll smile right at them with a word of sarcasm;
      I’ll shake off their words and go to it;
You’ll just start to sing as I tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and I’ll do it.

There’s a man that taught me this method to life

There’s a man that loves like no other

There’s a man that stands by me through all of my strife

Whether seas stay calm or get rougher


Now here’s the debut that father is you

You’ve shown me what a person should be

So I thank you for this and all that I’ve missed

And for loving a person like me
Written by
Emilia  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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   Dornish Bastard
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