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i remember
when, tired from the trail
i rode on my Papa's
strong shoulders
convinced myself
he wasn't balding but rather
growing back his hair
admired the scenery
yet ultimately fell asleep
lulled by motion
now i see my little son
pleased with the arrangement
riding on his Grandpa's
strong shoulders
history repeats
family ties bind close
joy floods
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2 comments:
that is just lovely!!
lol. very sweet.
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