Right now, I just miss my Dad.



Taken during our first time in New York, 1992. 
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When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said

If I could steal, one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
'Cause I'd love love love to dance with my father again
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3 comments:

  1. KenJune 30, 2011 at 2:42 AM

    sweet <3

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  2. UnknownAugust 9, 2011 at 1:03 PM

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  3. UnknownApril 10, 2012 at 1:51 AM

    Beautiful and very inspiring posts! I like your blog!
    Would you like to keep in touch and follow each other?
    I'd love you to be my new fashion friend!:)

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