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My Son My Sun
My son
My love
My beautiful boy
Everyday
You gave me
Joy
I kissed
Your brow
And saw sun
Upon your
Lips
And fire
In
Your mind
And
To hold you
Was the most
Of the best
Of the greatest
Feelings flowing
heartward
And I
Loved you
Beyond
Anything
Real
I need to kiss
Your brow
I need to hold
Your hand
I n...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:06 pm
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