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When Cagney smacked ya, he did so with grace.
He could, quite literally, tap dance on yer face.
An accidental poem to wish my netless Dad, who'll never see this, a Happy
Father's Day. Ya Lady Killer.
Posted on June 18, 2010 in Film Fatale | Permalink
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What a great Father's Day tribute!
Julie Anne Rhodes |
June 19, 2010 at 06:26 PM
That was great,I hope your Dad gets to see it.
Ian Burns |
June 20, 2010 at 07:49 AM
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