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Reblogged from poetry with a small p
By Stephen McGuinness

 

My little boy is gone. In his bed lies a man sized boy who towers over me now. Who sighs, exasperated, as we tease and annoy, but still jumps when I bark. Although, if I bark, it is more because of…

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