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As a little girl my father was my
hero.

Do you know your my hero?
You made my life begin.
Do you know how much I love you?
Well, let me tell you once again.

It has been my pleasure, having
you as my friend,
Knowing I could go there, until the
very end.

Once she sat on her father's lap,
Reading to her from the Childrens
Bible.
Always leading in a certain direction.
Many lessons were taught there.
Preparing her for a future.

My brothers were in their teens
when I was born.
Strutting in their blue jeans,
Watching the girls as they passed
by.Sizeing them up, secretly sigh.

Be kind to sister, my dad would
say,
Watch her as she begins to play.
I'll whip if you do not agree,
Baby is important to me.

I have been taught since child
hood,
We are only here for a little while,
We must live our lives above reproach.

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