he knows about time
he learned some things early
like us all,
some he will never know
like us all, he has two eyes
and one face
it's his, that's all.
sometimes that is all.
i give him what i do
its never enough
but i suspect he will
do my bidding
like my own bind
no thanks, its not fair
but love is blind
and blood is thick
well remembered son
and i am so proud
of us. we are good
there is not an arsehole
with a human attached
will ever prove not
because i know
how much i love you
and there is no measure
which makes the case for God,
who I just checked in with
He - It All... agrees.
very good boy
(now need to write poem for daughter who's fine aspects also make me cry - very very and less sometimes, but absolutely, equally)
fine word
good idea
the truth is past
the end is near
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