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Props 2 My Pops
Today we celebrate he who sired me
Who inspires each of us in our family
An anomaly or a gift from the supreme?
Could he be both? An answer to a dream?
He seems to have a heart of pure gold
Lending a hand rather than see me fold
It's a very cold world but I'm his oldest son
So he provides warmth like the golden Sun
I frequently run into so many cloudy days
His shoulders I lean on during my dismay
Today I choose to convey my deepest props
While wishing a Happy Birthday to my Pops
Who inspires each of us in our family
An anomaly or a gift from the supreme?
Could he be both? An answer to a dream?
He seems to have a heart of pure gold
Lending a hand rather than see me fold
It's a very cold world but I'm his oldest son
So he provides warmth like the golden Sun
I frequently run into so many cloudy days
His shoulders I lean on during my dismay
Today I choose to convey my deepest props
While wishing a Happy Birthday to my Pops
Published 15th Dec 2022
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- Edited 19th Jul 2023 3:46am
15th Dec 2022 7:19pm
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15th Dec 2022 7:20pm
Awesome tribute Damon, happy birthday to your dad. You're very lucky to have him.
15th Dec 2022 8:13pm
This is a great tribute to your father dude, it great to see this type of love for one's parent. Tight freaking work
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