
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.
Thanks to Melanie.
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What a great Father's Day tribute!
Posted by: Julie Anne Rhodes | June 19, 2010 at 06:26 PM
That was great,I hope your Dad gets to see it.
Posted by: Ian Burns | June 20, 2010 at 07:49 AM