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Apr 2017
We may be apart o'little one.
Not by those of yours or mine.
Too far to travel just to say hi and to far just to stay.
But with the question in mind we can find that way to talk.
You call and happy you become now you know we give love.
Lost love that has always been there from grandma and me.
A phone call away from love you'll be, so smile little one
You're not far at all
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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