My Father, My Friend
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Dad...
We blur the lines, don't we?
the proverbial cusp...
Father or Friend?
but we known both trusts!
Others will swear that it cannot be done-
That to even attempt it would be foolish and dumb.
To those nay-sayers, I say "Look at us!"
My father's My friend!
It's all the same love...
So Dad, I don't know how to thank you enough-
For all that you do and all that you've done.
When I need my dad,
I can call on my friend!
We are so very blessed, Dad...
again...and again!
July 7th, 2010
for Dad.
We blur the lines, don't we?
the proverbial cusp...
Father or Friend?
but we known both trusts!
Others will swear that it cannot be done-
That to even attempt it would be foolish and dumb.
To those nay-sayers, I say "Look at us!"
My father's My friend!
It's all the same love...
So Dad, I don't know how to thank you enough-
For all that you do and all that you've done.
When I need my dad,
I can call on my friend!
We are so very blessed, Dad...
again...and again!
July 7th, 2010
for Dad.
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Poetry.com 2.7 out of 5 based on 3 votes.
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Interesting flow that has succeeded. Cool message. Family is always first.
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Very well said, very touching.
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just the sort of drivel I expect from a manipulating lying junkie
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