Happy Birthday Dad!
For your birthday, I've written you two limericks.
Just shows you how much I care!
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I have a dear Father who cries.
He cries til he dries out his eyes,
Cause he's getting old
With wisdom untold.
Or so he was told by someone who lies.
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My father has turned fifty three.
And arthritis is starting up in one knee.
So close to the grave
Each day he must save.
Energy and youth are no longer free.
Wish I could be there!
Love you!
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