a poem from my Dad to my sister; his 3rd child and daughter "Dana"
Now I take up my pen to write
This daughter of mine, "Dana", who seems to be gone every night
Now I can't remember what she looks like
I've tried to get her to come see me with all my might
She could be fat or she could be slim
I don't know, because she's always gone with a "him".
Still I'll be hoping someday soon
She'll come and help me go run a coon
Or maybe she'll take time to give me a call
This daughter of mine who's no telling how tall.
Oh well, I guess I'll just have to understand
how at her age she's always chasing a man.
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