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May 2014
Out of a Jeep
Onto his ****
Cute little sh*t looks up
"I fall"

What goes up
Must come down
If you don't wanna fall
Keep your feet on the ground

Sometimes I wanna **** you
Always pushing those limits
Then I remember you're two

So I smile as you jump
Right off the couch arm
Right into mine
For a special young man named Wyatt Michael Birner when he can read one day :)
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
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