My son

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    My son

    Tiny hands and little feet

    never were oh so sweet

    My son is here, here to stay

    daddy why are you so far away

    Every day and every night

    The sky we share to see the light

    Darkness comes what will it be

    Fear in dreams for you and me

    Will they end

    We shall see

    What becomes of the three

    In the end all is right

    Finally a happy life.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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