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Created on: March 23, 2009
Daddy of the year. . .
My daddy is daddy of the year,
he never hits me or yells unless he had a beer.
Mostly he just calls me really bad names,
sometimes he hits mommy and says they are playing games.
One time he kicked my cat so hard she died,
he said it was a accident and he even cried.
Last week he told me I was a big boy,
'cuz I am 5 and don't need my sissy Elmo toy.
Sometimes, I am scared to sleep at night,
Daddy and Mommy yell, he says she likes to fight.
I went to Circle saloon with him, the other day,
Me and Daddy went there 'cuz he told Mommy it was on the way.
I get sad when he tells me I am dumb and can't do nuthin' right,
I think maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if he just hit me with all his might.
No matter what I love my Daddy so dear,
'cuz my Daddy is Daddy of the year.
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