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A little girl that got lost
My dad gave me a pair of glasses when I was about 5
It confused me a little
He said, “This is the only thing you’ll ever need.”
“This will keep you as my little girl,” he said
He put it on and looked at me with a smile
With a warm one, I could see he liked it this way
I wondered back then if the warmth would cool if I took it off
but I didn’t want to find out so soon
I cou...
Tuesday 22nd November 2022 8:29 pm
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