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son, How it happened!!
While I was busy raising our Blue....
He slipped out the back door.
The cake was iced....
He was finding his taste eleswhere.
As the bubble de-flated and sleep returned..I realised..
He was well up the garden path.
No words can tell, The gift left behind.
The only thing now is to say Goodbye!!
He slipped out the back door.
The cake was iced....
He was finding his taste eleswhere.
As the bubble de-flated and sleep returned..I realised..
He was well up the garden path.
No words can tell, The gift left behind.
The only thing now is to say Goodbye!!
Published 11th Feb 2013
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