I Reminisce, I Miss, My Dad
I reminisce, I miss
Visions of my dad while
He makes sherbet ice cream
Smiling as he lick each finger
Getting every tasty treat
I visiolized him sitting at
The table every Friday night
Playing poker with his friends and
The strange look he have on his face
When he's losing his money
While he still trash talks everyone
He loved to tell jokes to make
Everybody laugh
When he laughs, it causes him
To shake, it reminds me of Santa
With his pipe in his mouth,
That's what's
I reminisce, I miss
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