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Dear Son


Ten little fingers, ten little toes,

How did I survive without you, I'll never know.

One look into your eyes and I can see

all that lies ahead of me

Happiness, kisses, love, and hugs

even the muddy hands, tears, and bugs

I'll love you forever, I'll never be done

Mommys boy, my baby, my dear son.

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