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Jun 2013
Who was that man getting up at night?
Changing the diapers.
While mom was giving rest.
Who was that man?
He probably was your dad.

Who was that man that comfort you when sick?
Told you were special.
And that you was sweet.
When sometimes you was a little mean.
Who was that man?
He probably was your dad.

Who was that man?
That put you to bed.
Kiss you on your fore head.
Maybe read you a bedtime story.
Cheer you up when sad.

Just, who was that man?
He probably was your dad.
Who made you feel sad?
When you made your mom mad.

But had away to make you understand.
That she's the best mom you'll ever see.
Who always had a bandage for your scarred knee?

Just, who could that man be?
He must have been your dad.
Who sometimes don't get the respect he should?

But he doesn't complain.
He accepts the responsibility of being a man.
He loves us.
Protects us.
And of course guides us.

And we all call him our dad.
To many he's simply a wonderful man.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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