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If you're the parent of a child....
Who's reached the teen-age years....
You know that joy and laughter shift....
To agony with tears....
So when receiving compliments....
Take care to sort them out....
They carry signs of growing up....
That never come about....
As father of a teen-age girl....
My mind's an open door....
For words can dissipate the blues....
And make the spirits soar....
She tells me I'm her "bread of life"....
And how it seems to fit....
I've watched her "butter up" her bread....
To put the "bite" on it!....
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