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Sun 8 Jul, 2007 05:02 am
Dear and lovely golden child.
Sometimes hostile,
Sometimes gentle
Often like a rose grown wild.
Should I forget to say I love you,
Bless you for the things you've done,
Just remember you're my morning,
And your brother's healing sun.
Very nice and lovely, letty.
Thank you, edgar. That was for my daughter who has done so much to help her brother. She has succeeded, because he has almost regained his original being.
The intent of the author makes such a poem the more poignant.
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