father figure

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a student walks into my office i ask him about his day he stated ok, but i wasn't convince an intuitive feeling that came from within was something i didn't ignore when i ask about his grades
From your sweet whistle song to the smile on your face it lit up the room with warm embrace i look back on how i was little and i will watch you make funny faces from the bubbles to the giggles and how we will listen to old music and youll wiggle
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