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Nov 2012
Son
His smile just said it all
A look
A laughing call
It melted me inside
My love is pure to never die

His age scare still my soul
As tall as trees in fall
He towers over me
My treasure that he be

A glint that made me warm
The laugh all in his charm
My proudest and my life
Yes my son you are my pride

Yet who do I owe the most
My wifey's love ..a suffering host
She's good and makes me proud
My son ...Our son
Our life
andy fardell
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