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my poor little boy of hurt
I miss you
I feel like I could never let you go
my poor little boy of hurt
I kissed you
but I fear it wasn’t enough to let you know
.
when I’d come home
you’d greet me
you’d ask me where I’d been
when I’d tell you
you’d treat me
to your knowing little grin
when I held you
you knew
that I would someday have to let you down…..
I just hope
that you knew
I’ll love you long beyond
the day I have to let you go
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Copyright L.M. 2009.
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