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I see the opening of your mind's eye, 

glittering like a starry sky. 

Asking yourself, how high? 

The iron will that says, I try. 

Go my darling, you'll fly. 

Full of joy, I cry. 

The apple of your father's  eye.


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keith jeffries

Thu 11th Oct 2018 09:38

Succinct in its appeal and love not to mention good rhyming.

Thank you for this


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