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A poor man's gold
My SUN shine
Warm & precious
A bundle of joy
She; learned to walk
Perfected it just so
Hid it from my sight
Her cheeks glowed
Big sparkling eyes
Better to pout
Began to talk
Called me poppa
And stole my heart
It's been said
A poor man's gold
Is his children
I wrote this for my Daughter
She wanted me to write a poem
About her and to her
JDW©2006
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