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Dec 2024
Every child
It was on the morn
A child was born
Coveted with love,
An angel came down
And took your hand
In a shape of a pure
white dove.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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     Jack Groundhog, Liana, Khoisan and Nemusa
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