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Jun 14, 1997
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A father's day POEM for YOU, Dad! from your son NATE 
F is for the food that you are making, see the kitchen quickly fill with smoke. A is for the aspirin you are taking as you pay the bills and see we're broke. T is for the treadmill in our cellar. You used it once, then claimed you'd hurt your heel. 
H-E-R spells "her," a woman  stellar. Will you ever date one? Let's get real. 

Nate: Hey, Dad! What rhymes with "bald"?
Dad: Why can't I have a kid who just buys me a tie?
Jun 16, 1997
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