Dad, thanks for loving my 4th grade poem even though I'm a junior now and I think it's dorky. July 4th will never be the same without you. Mom, Alicia, and I are doing good.
My daddy is sweet,
He has no smelly feet.
He's there when I'm ill,
And always pays the medical bill.
Whenever I have a night fright,
My daddy turns on the night light.
Since he is strong,
I know I belong.
Saint Blooregard
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