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How Small

How small do I feel
My daughter
Not based on my height
Or the laughter
Of the women to my right

They may fall
But to you I look
Fruit of my all
You I believe in

Resident
Through my door
From heaven
Tear me down with a look

Or build up
If our gifts you recieve
Mean anything
Honor your mother and father
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