Whenever the Little Man comes up to me (as he did last night) and says, “How come you’re always working, daddy?” I inevitably hang my head in shame and think of this song:
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Whenever the Little Man comes up to me (as he did last night) and says, “How come you’re always working, daddy?” I inevitably hang my head in shame and think of this song:
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