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Monday, August 8, 2011

My Daughters

My Daughters
My daughters are to me the trinkets on the Christmas tree
When I’m dull and green they light me up like you have never seen
When I’m down and out they give me meaning to walk about
When my heart is raw they mend it without a flaw
Nobody knows the love of having daughters from above
After everything is said and done, my daughters will be the best thing I have ever done.

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