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I guess we all have a place of our fondest memories. This one is mine. 1st draft, still needs some work.
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For Joyce and that precious miraculous bundle of joy grandchild that you will soon meet.
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Temptation stirs
a boiling pot
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Unfinished, just rambling thoughts
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Yet, your verses she still adores
through the clouds that forbid her to see.
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Sapphire light in her eyes shines upon you gleefully Sorrows become remnants of past reflections
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Little man in Daddy's shoes,careful, you might trip and fall!Those shoes, they are too big, you know,but real soon, into those, yo
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