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It's easy to say, You're a "good" father. Much harder yet, To prove it. Mine, Mine never failed. Fuck a mailman, Rain, sleet or snow? Drive one hundred and fifty miles, With the flu, And talk to me of loyalty, Of dedication.

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Published: Mar 28, 2017
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