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4d
I met briefly my grand niece,
as they travelled over here,
to see my ailing father,
but he rose to a grand picture.
14 years old and drop dead sweet.
And a brain of such intelligence
her grades are off the charts of mastery
I hope will become a special somebody.
They have returned back to the East,
and my life's no yonder for this beast.
summer's breeze
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summer's breeze  M/My Room
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