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| Daddy's Girl First to hold her in his arms, heart of hearts he fell. Often sucker to her charms, guards and guides her well. Growing up is hard sometimes, there are toys and boys, choices set the course to climb. Daddy's hope, to joy. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |