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| POEM FOR MY SON |
| ON THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN, THEY TOLD US WE WERE ONE, BUT NO-ONE TOLD US WHAT TO DO, WHEN HALF OF US IS GONE, WHAT DO YOU DO WITH HALF A HEART, OR HALF A WILL TO CARE, WHAT DO YOU DO WITH HALF A LIFE, NOW THE OTHER HALFS NOT HERE, YOU WERE THE OTHER HALF OF ME, A HEART LINKED TO MY OWN, WHAT DO I DO WITH HALF A LIFE, NOW THAT YOU ARE GONE. |
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