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Mar 2
When did those little boy arms
that ran to me
full of joy and laughter
and wild abandon
straight into my arms
unquestionable love
when did those little boy arms become
strong enough to hold me
and save me?
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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