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Dear Dad, I think about you every now and then, I hope to God that I don't turn out like you as I grip this pen. Every time you cross my mind, I cross my heart and hope to die, That I wont ever let myself become a disappointment to my mum. Father, you never bothered, about as close as north and south are to each other. But my mother, I really love her, although sometimes I wish she would have chose another. As I reminisce, I think of all the birthdays and Christmas' you missed And no millionaire could afford what you cost me walking out the door. I've cried a thousand times but now I realize that this is only biological, You're a name on my birth certificate and that's all. I'll tie a rope around the neck of your Fred Perry and hang you from my family tree.