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A daddy is a special man That every child looks up to;
oh father what has happenedto you? what on earth stole from you your guitar? and told you to stop singing to your baby girl?  oh father theres a darkness that settles in your eyes thsese days.
I wonder where you are now
  The sun was smilin’ When I buried my daddy.   The sun was smilin’ with her sweet irony.  
  As a young child I held in a lot of anger, Negativity, rage, unlocked power. Such an opinionated mind never exposed, Due to my shy need to keep my mouth closed.   “The words never come out right!”
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