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Paper Daddy
My daddy is a picture Hanging on the wall, There’s another one just like it In the police department’s hall. I kiss his paper face Every night before I go to sleep, Sometime I pretend I can feel His whiskers tickle my cheek. I take Daddy fishing When momma isn’t around, If I climb on a chair I can take my Daddy down. Once I thought I saw A tear in his eye, I didn’t know That paper daddies could cry. My daddy is a picture Hanging in the hall There’s another one just like it On the police department’s memorial wall.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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