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Post by chibiwoof on Feb 2, 2006 7:38:13 GMT -5
(just so you know, this poem is about my son for he is my ultimate friend)
Sometimes I ask myself, why it is I still live. Then I watch with a crying heart, the little moments that my son tends to give. Sometimes I wonder to myself why I even try. But then he smiles at me, and laughs. And again I want to cry. It's little moments that he has given me, that have allowed me to survive.
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Post by jessiree on Feb 2, 2006 14:53:30 GMT -5
aww that is so cute i love it
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