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Wow, This was my dad. He’d give you that look, and sometimes point his finger at you. That was your walking on thin ice warning. I can laugh now, but I didn’t back then. Real Father’s, Real Men

I found this under Father’s day Poems-Funny @ faithfulprovisions.com. I don’t know what’s suppose to be so funny about this, because this poem has described the way my father was 200%. My dad would tap me upside my head, and one didn’t have to be harder than the other but I knew which one said I love you an I knew which one said, okay now. Memories, build them now, Quit Using Excuses. Why say, I coulda, woulda, shoulda, years from now, just do it.