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Sam
Contributed by
Sheveg
on
Monday, 28th June 2010 @ 05:29:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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She's cute and smart and runs around
like her mother did. Fast like the wind
and she's up a tree. Gathering frogs
in her pail. And then letting them run
free. Not two years old but quick as
can be. Who had the frogs? Maria
that's who. She's the mother of Sam,
who's almost two. I only saw her twice
for a limited time. Limited by Maria, my
daughter. Cause to her I'm not fine.
No matter what I say, she thinks I'm
not okay. What can I do? What can
I say? Except that I love her and will
continue to wait.
Copyright ©
Sheveg
... [
2010-06-28 17:29:36] (Date/Time posted on
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