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Complete Fri, May 25, 2018<5 mins
A short poem dedicated to my dad.
The sacrifice and support he has given to me.
In this poem you will read all that things you see in your father in daily life!!
I know all of u love your father.
So this poem is not only for my dad. To all the fathers around the world.
ENJOY!!!
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