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Dec 2021
Son
There is no love
like your son’s  love
it is there
to rise you high
and catch you
on the low
your little boy’s arms
are now strong enough
to hold you
and heal you
What joy!
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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