Poems By Shel Silverstein
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Quality Time By Shel Silverstein Pg. 143
My father is a golfer--
He let me be his tee.
He puts the ball upon my nose
And hits it right off me.
He says that I can share the joy
Of every ball he hits.
Oh, ain’t it grand to have a dad
Who spends time with his kids.
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