Dad
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Dylan Hoskin, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2006
My dad’s a friend, a pal, a mate,
He works so food can be on our plate.
He drives a big truck to deliver stuff,
On long, dirt roads that are very rough.
He likes to relax with a glass of beer.
He brews it himself about twice a year.
He’s my dad and he’s the best,
So much better than all the rest.