Sitting on Pappa's knee
it's a nice place to be
just Pappa and me.
The years have come and gone
and so has Pappa
but the memories still remain.
Whenever I'm sad and lonely
I go back to where I used to be
sitting on Pappa's knee
just Pappa and me.
(2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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