My Father looks down on you,
His children,
As if you are the sun,
Smoothing out his wrinkles.
Believe me, he is proud of you.
Flora$$$ghostw12
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My Father looks down on you,
His children,
As if you are the sun,
Smoothing out his wrinkles.
Believe me, he is proud of you.
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LP45 says: Nice. |
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mlowe5 says: So mote it be. Peace and Love. |
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