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Nov 2015
That glimmer in his eye
The charm in his walk, his talk
It was a curse
Didn't you notice his broken finger?
3rd one on the left
That was a present from his mother
No Doctor called at 6 years old
When the trunk slammed down
The remedy was olive oil
No CPS was called back then
They called him tough, brave and strong
But really it was a curse
Renae
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