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My binary son.

My digital boy; My binary son.
How many games now have you won? 
How much progress have you made?
How many achievements have you gained?
Your affinity for gaming makes me proud
You are my greatest opponent for crying out loud!
You shed your fears and have come far
Now rocking on hard on that plastic guitar.
I wish I could spend more of my time
And money on you, son of mine,
But my means are limited and cash is low
So this shall make my progress slow.
You make me joyous in my heart
And I know how to cheer you. Just press START.
Written by RabbitJunk
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