Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Joy Did Abound
Though fate had decreed
that it wasn't to be,
still our joy did abound,
every time Dawna Sue joyously
kicked about in her mother's
warm and comfy little womb.
Donavon Scott Vinson
**A father's love never dies
and lives on in the memory of
the wonderful little things
that his child once did.**
that it wasn't to be,
still our joy did abound,
every time Dawna Sue joyously
kicked about in her mother's
warm and comfy little womb.
Donavon Scott Vinson
**A father's love never dies
and lives on in the memory of
the wonderful little things
that his child once did.**
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Joy Did Abound
Joy Did Abound
