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January 9, 2013
They were all nice-
well children are,
but he was special,
some, say my favourite?
Why?
I don’t know really.
I suspect because
he was like me,
and he liked me.
We clicked,
we were of the same mind.
Did I spoil him?
I’d say no,
but some would dispute that.
I always tried to be fair,
But how strange,
that all the others
remained living nearby,
and he finished up
in a far off land!
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