October 5, 2011
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There once was a man.
He was there for me, to protect me.
He was like superman.
My little sister would agree.

If someone hurt us.
This man would help right away.
Wouldn’t get nervous.
And never runaway.

He was amazing.
Although he could get mad.
He helped my raising.
This man was my Dad.

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