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| 2nd Honorable Mention Student Poet This is for him...the man who is not related to me by blood,
but by heart and spirit. Here's to the daddy of my dreams, the man who seeped out from between my pillow seams and found his way to a tear in my soul. To the man who stays up late and works past dawn just so I have a place for my head to lie. This is for him, the guy who'd protect me with his life, the man who'd take the pain away with a touch of his hand and not abandon me...like the other one had. Here's to the daddy that saw a picture of a dream, cut open his heart and stuck me in. To the guy sitting in his comfy chair, his arms out wide, willing to share the truth of my past with the truth of my future. A new daddy that will not run away, unlike the other who refused to stay Here's to the daddy who means everything to me. And just like the picture...from now 'till the end... Here's to the daddy who seeped out from between my pillow seams and found his way to a tear in my soul. From now 'til the end my heart will be sealed ...and forever sold. © 2011 Sarah Hamlin. All Rights Reserved.
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