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Ode To Dad

I am not one to drink
But I always did think
That as a man who is on the rove
I away like a hot meal from the stove

Of me pap and all the same
Everything he cook is insane
It always the best you must know
It ahs a good even when it must be though,

I do enjoy everything he makes
He refuses to make us all shakes
He can cook anything
All he needs is a recipe.

And he will cook all day
At the stove he will stay
All day and all night
Trying to cook and never fright

He can make most anything
He will try any recipe
Following making it word for word
Measuring cutting going to stir

The pot of wholesome goodness
Even more is the feeling of homeliness
And the way everything it taste
And how it also is also great

Good as any one can make
Restaurant quality just the same
He can almost take most thing
Anything and make it good with everthing

Tasting like it is the best
Even if it is from the southwest
North south east or west
Paps cooking is the best
Friday, May 21, 2010
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