A tribute to the best dad in the world
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THIS IS A letter about my Dad. He has his own business, and drives his own grab wagon, a Volvo.
It is black and white Volvo with an orange crane, and all my friends think it is cool and wicked.
He doesn't know that I have written this letter to CM, so he will get a big surprise when he reads it after a hard day's work.
He is the best wagon driver I know (well, he is the only one I know, but I'm sure that he is a really good one)!
Here is a poem that I have made up about him for his birthday:
My Dad is called Vinnie, and he is very calm.
He drives a Volvo and he knows it like his palm.
First he goes to a motorway to pick up a pile of stone.
The grabber picks it up, but then he jumps on the phone.
Now to the other side of Lancashire to pick up some muck.
Off to the tip, finished, the next day is another part of the book!
Happy Birthday, Dad, PS: Please could you print this in the issue closest to R September. Emily Campbell (aged 121 Chorley, Lancs