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Some Day

When a young boy

See’s his dad

For the first time in 10 hours

And he screams that word


And he runs with his arms out

Right at his dad

His eyes are pure

And his love for his dad


It can’t help but make you smile

I drink my beer

And wonder what it’ll be like someday

When I have one of those kids of my own


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