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my dad martin

tia

My dad was a loveing caring man,
Young, funny, and loving was he,

Daring and dizzy he could be,
And always a hero to me,
Delightful he was and realy realy cool,

My dad was realy no-one's fool,
Admired and loved by all that realy new him,
Remembering keeps me close to him,
The times we shared and how he let me win,
In games we played I was always close to him,
Never to be forgotten, I am here because of him.