who doesn't mind when I lick his legs, even after he just showered?
Where is my Dad, the one who gives me treats even though
I know I need to lose a few pounds; we grin at each other
secretly because we both cheat when She isn't looking and
blame our excess weight on her cookies and bread.
Where is my Dad, the one who drives me to Coot Lake
and doesn't mind when I am all wet in his car,
who lets me ride shotgun, even all wet and muddy
and love me anyway?
My Dad is the best, where is he?
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