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Oct 2013
I have my fathers humor
and my mothers precision
you cant forget the grey eyes
that my father handed down
as well as the kindness
my mother gifted me
The strength of my father
the heart of my mother
stubbornness consumes my dad and I
but my mother bathed me in her selflessness
the only thing they have in common
is that they are
still together
on me
Noelle
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Noelle
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   Michaela Tripp
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