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Jan 2014
Now about my eldest son; he is strong in many ways.  He is very wise, in the words he says.
My eldest son, as a child; he was very smart.  He had his head on his shoulders; a coward he was not.
One day he became angry with his father, just before it was dark.  He became another son, more like the Incredible Hawk,
After my husband lifted him up off his toes, respect is something he knows.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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