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I wrote this poem about a year ago, to my father because I am just so thankful for a dad who serves the Lord and is always there for me. He helps me whenever I get into trouble finacially, spiritually, emotionally and physically. He never puts me down, but always builds me up... and I love my...
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2006 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3