Written my kids two poems
Lost them both
That's what I get for drinking
It's stinking
But maybe God knows
I hold you dear here in my heart
And even when I die
I'll still be around
To surround you
With my soul
The part that rolled
Out of the door
Onto the fun there
On your floor
In your bedroom
Once upon a time
When my life, my whole life
Was to make sure you were fed
So far away from that
But not yet dead.

4152012 0105 cj

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