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IN MY EYES
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He's rough and lacks in
etiquette,
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Society would say.
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He has no classy attributes,
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To help him on his way.
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He's not a fancy dresser,
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And he's not so trimmed
and neat.
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With simple clothes and
simple shoes,
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He wears upon his feet.
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He doesn't belong to a
club,
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Or drive a shiny car.
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And when he takes vacations,
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He does not go very far.
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He doesn't dine on fine
cuisine,
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To him fast food's a treat.
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And he may use a plastic
fork,
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When it is time to eat.
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He has a modest little
house,
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But has all that he needs.
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He keeps his lawn cut nice
and short,
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He even trims his weeds.
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He works long hours at
his job,
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To make an average pay.
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And even if he's sick or
tired,
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He goes to work each day.
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His job is just a factory
job,
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His pay just makes ends
meet.
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But, a few good friends
and family,
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Make his life complete.
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He's not well versed in
poetry,
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Theater or the arts.
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And wisdom is not something,
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That he constantly imparts.
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He loves the simple things
in life,
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For riches doesn't thirst.
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He knows what is important,
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And his family is put first.
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The wealth that God has
given him,
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To treasure in his life.
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A loving son and daughter,
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And a very special wife.
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He never has much money,
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And his life is not a show.
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But he is still the richest
man,
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That I will ever know.
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To others he's a simple
man,
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And fame he's never had.
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But he's the greatest man
I know,
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He also is my Dad.
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