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My Son


I can`t believe how time has flown
Out of your teens and fully grown.
Don`t have to wipe your snotty nose
`Nor help you on with shoes and clothes.
Don`t have to sing you songs each night
`Nor teach you how to fly a kite.
Don`t have to nurse you when you`re sick
`Nor tell you off for childish tricks.
Don`t have to teach you right from wrong
`Cause now you are a man my son.

Yet still I miss that far off time
And treasure memories left behind.
For always son my child you`ll be.
For now and through eternity.







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