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Oct 2015
The shoulders that soaked young tears,
A place to hide from childish fears.
Once so straight and proud and high,
Cruelly stooped as the years marched by.
Still the strongest shoulders ever known,
Still the perfect cradle for a daughter now grown.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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