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Aug 2010
You didn’t just grant me lessons
You gave me first hand experience
You raised me above other sons
And it never did make much sense,
I was no prodigy,
No  young Heracles,
Going the distance
Bringing new hope
For your great resistance
Just a hungry child
Who you left to the wild
-He's never forgotten
The aches of first begotten.
Written by
kj foster
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