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little Big man
Five foot two, eyes of blue
Goes a certain song
Both were true but not nearly enough
To describe this true and happy man
With a big beaming smile he'd enter your life
Open arms and so open hearted
Energy enough for all of us, for each and every day
To carry us all along the way
Never told always showed
The best and winning way
He led by example on how to be
A true...
Friday 19th May 2017 9:26 pm
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