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By Shashama
A mother Holds a child And looks At this child With a love I'll never know A father Throws a ball And the son Hit this ball With a strength I'll never have An aunt Sings a song And smiles At this song With a passion I can't imagine An uncle Tells a joke And laughs At this joke With happiness I never had A friend Squeezes a hand And presses Against this hand With a friendship I can't haveHelp with a title? Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 11:17 AM PST, Shayla Carter 0 • 1
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"A mother..."