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My Son
Big blue eyes, bright Blonde hair.
Weighing in a ton.
You have a lovely little boy.
A handsome little son.
Torn trousers, bloody knees
Laces all undone.
Always trying hard to please
So proud of you my son.
Growing up, girls galore,
To take you from your mum
Yet you`re still mine, yes all the time
Because you are my son.
I am proud of all you are
And all that you`ll become
Time will never change that view
Because you are my son.
So whenever you feel low
Remember this my son.
I am here and always near
Because I am your mum.
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