Long ago as a young child I had

A man walked around called himself dad

He disappeared soon after that

Alone, I became a walking doormat

Then I was taken in by number two dad

He was by far the best one I had

Disease ate his mind into a needy mad

Off he ran my number two dad

For a while I pitied myself

Sat around and felt bad

Then along came two boys 

Reminded me what I had

My whole world fell and crashed

My goal was alone

My story now refined

I’d raise two good dads

And do better than mine

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