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Nov 2014
My two sons,
my whole life.
Oh, to see them run,
the joy and the strife.

Two babes at the start,
into men they have grown.
It kills me the depart,
emptiness I must own.

My life's work is finished,
I gave the world my treasure.
Love's journey not diminished,
truly there is no measure.
Written by
Deb  United States
(United States)   
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   Pamela Rae, r, Curtis and unknown
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