Daddy’s Little Girl

On my frist Father’s Day. . .

I looked at  you, and you just cooed.

You looked just just like you wanted to.

Moon light danced off of the sky,

You look at me and wondered why.

I told you something that sounded grand,

and thought that you would understand.

Your just a little girl.

I have to wait to show you the world.

                                    D. Carlson

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