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 Get yourselves a big club Heavy as an anvil And when the day comes That you"re angry with your spouse Look for that club It's somewhere in the house Grab hold of the handle And lift with all your might Now, if you can lift it Then you got one "too light" Swing that club up high Way over your head And, then ask yourself "What if he were dead?" Now, go to your closet And deposit the club Leave behind your anger Replace it with your love Cherish every moment Cause there may be too few There's noone that's perfect Daughters, Not even you ©1984 Candalee Swayze Dedicated to My Daughters |
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