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Nov 2011
My son means the world to me
And you almost mean as much

I cannot help but wonder
Why you'd move to her so quickly
But you never did the same for me
Although I always begged you

It has no relevance
You happy now
For that I'd always be thankful

Wish I could be there with you
For you..

But I know
You know
I will always love you..
Vilene Joubert
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