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Oct 2018
The world is vast I see

Yet there is no where I wanna be


My yearning does not include this

All that is out there have been


Except that which was given to me

By that which comes within me


This little hand grasping me

Is a string that tugs deep within


All that is precious to me

Comes forth the day I call thee baby
A parent's love is felt seldom understood.
ThePoetNextDoor
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ThePoetNextDoor  M/Where i belong
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     Leigh Jacobson, Fawn and Cecil Miller
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