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Eyes tearing as I watch my small child,
Enjoying the day no cares to be found.
Happy to be a kid playing house,
A laugh and a smile reminds me of past.
We wrestle and roll and tickle each other,
Her eyes spark like fire and warm her old father.
The love I have for her is happy and free,
My baby is smiling and loving her daddy.
The tears are of joy, that roll down my cheek,
Content to be holding the life of another.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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