Sometimes we argue,

sometimes we fight,

we definitely have our fits,

but that's alright.


Maybe things aren't always perfect,

sometimes we wonder why,

occasionally I give up.

but you always make it right.


And late at night,

when I lay awake in bed,

I can't help but think,

God I love my dad(:


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