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Jan 2015
Don’t fret My dear¬¬¬–
You’re young– I Hear
Darkness Isn’t near¬–
Don’t fear–

The Light– keeps Shinning,
Even when You’re Sleeping–
I keep Watching–
Making sure You’re breathing.

When You get old–
Up of the Ground
I shall be Around–
We Shall– be bound.

Don’t worry about me
Don’t– let this bother
Don’t forget me!
This is– Your Father.
Antonia A
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Antonia A  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
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   Alejandro and Lord Banquo
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