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Created on: March 10, 2009
Dads don't get the credit they deserve
When it comes to parents it's Mom who's the tops
The love goes to Mommy, the scraps goes to Pops
In the battle of life Dad's the military reserve
But I'm here to tell you that things need to change
It's time for Dad's day in the sun
Let him know Mom's not the only one
stop treating him like a relative estranged
So on Father's Day do something pretty sly
and whatever you do don't buy him a tie!
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