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stepdad in training

As I watch u sleep and hear u snore I can't help but adore

Just a child who may not be mine, I feel the love and obligation as it were true

Oh how I envy you, innocence I was once told

Is so pure, its ******* gold

A dead beat dad id like to beat dead

Doesn't care about one hair on your head

I may not be blood but ill give you my best

Give you rasberries and tickle your baby chest

Feed you and always care, your like a son to me. Ill always be there

I love your mother and you as well

Your gunna have lil brothers and sisters from me. I can tell

Your the coolest ******* kid I ever met

One thing I know ill never regret

Is being taught to be a dad, by lil dev

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christopher-victor-coia
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Feb 27, 2013
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