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Feb 2019
The first time I saw him it happened
The person I was, was no more.
The feelings, the happiness, it all added up, love washed over like the waves to the shore.

His fist gripped my finger so tightly and his love gripped my soul even more, and I knew from that moment until my days will be done, that I'll love him, oh love him, oh love him,
My son.
My son's.
Roger Kennedy
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Roger Kennedy  34/M/Cork
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