his dark hair sits upon his cocco face
the bright eyes peaking though his hands
as we play our game
his smile bounded over his small face
there is joy in his eyes as he
looks up to his "mama"
her love embracing him
will i ever love like her?
sew
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tell all the the truth, but tell it slant-- success in cirrucit lies, to bright for our infirm Delight. the Truth's superb surpise.
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