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2d
A little boy loved his mama
eyes sharp gently for papa
A xmas once so warming
brought upon happiness
It was the happiest of all days
gently falling in the farm's hay
I wish that day was every morning
It was free from tirades of scorning.
Soul Unknown
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Soul Unknown  40/M/Your Mind.
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