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Thought: Letter To My Daughter    Do you trust me? My child? Do you believe me when I say I will always be there for you? To hold every extended hand asking for a dance, For guidance,
Dear Dad, This is just to say Last January, I was walking through sleet Which seeped through the holes in my boots. My feet had been numb for two miles. Then, I thought about how much you loved me.
When I hear the song Sweet Caroline, Carousel lights reflect off the sleepy river, The dance floor is warm with people, My father's hand warms my back, He sways with a bounce in his step,
I'm sorry Our culture has created an uncomfortable burden for you to tackle. Born in a world where people automatically think less of youbecause of your  biology
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