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Dear Parents,
I can never pay you but thank you.
Mum always to the fist and Dad just after.
Dear mum, it's been so long that I have something to say.
But today, I think I have something.
It's very hard to have express myself.
When I was a child, you were worried about my health.
You put me on your back, it made feel good and happy.
Anytime you suckled me, it made me happier.
Whenever I have some problems, you defend me.
With you by my side, I will never be afraid.
Your presence in this world gives me pride.
Oh my dearest mum ! talking to you brings me to my dear dad.
My dad, you're the only man in this world.
I did know about a lot of thing.
And you made me so proud.
You gave me education.
And push me into action.
Dear dad !
You pushed me to walk and spoke without fear.
whenever I am in trouble. You show me the right decision to take.
My dearest dad.
I'll never leave you.
I'll never let you down.
My success will be your pride.
Oh my dear parents ! May GOD give long life in order to guide us on the right way.
Written by : Moussa SENE
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