On the eve of the holiday found a wonderful poem about dads on the. Marina Volkova site. :.
If you are flying through the city hats.
So, walk the happy dad.
And happiness is what happens to dads?.
Arrived on a warm cloud of Cap- Cap,.
Birds chirp, naughty sons,.
One of which, of course, I.
(H. Shilov ).
I congratulate all of our readers - and small and large - with the holiday!.
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