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Mar 2016
My father bought me some gifts.
One was the biggest dollhouse;
With a doll, fashion clothes,
And all things that glitter gold.
With a frown I asked for more!
He then bought me a red car,
So my doll would be a superstar.
I shouted I needed more!
He then bought me a male doll.
I married them; naming him Jamal.

After, I started to ponder;
About all my father’s gift,
How he showered me with love,
But I only saw what he missed.
At times people, including myself, forget the blessings The Father has given; instead they only notice what they feel they are missing.
Ree Bunch
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Ree Bunch
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