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She is my sight; air and balloon…
This is pain; I can’t give up
She raised my head; corrects my ink.
Busy like bees; she is my loom
All but gain; as she knits me up
The thread of love, is our fabrics.
In fright or flight; I suck balloons..
She is my pleasure; no stitch up
We are bonded, like ankle and wrist.
In total darkness, suddenly the bulbs lit Just by the corners of the large lit up hall An eye that sees disregarded the shinning light…
From blown balloon to neonate She has made me a proud dad… Today is the yesterday Half a year ago she was born. Amazing, soon…
Please stay clear away from me There are clouds following me Dark and heavy, whirl and wild. To the round drawing table Back I go,…
Sweet Hazel Daddy’s first girl Precious heart God’s perfect art Greased with oil Made to allure. Achilles’s heel You are to me Give me five!…
