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Ken Wells
(the minds poetry group) 5d ago
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Fatherhood - by Ken Wells Oh young child How I wonder Will grow wild And often blunder? Oh young baby What do you dream? Don't be hasty But rise like cream Oh my son How fast you grow My work's not done Even when you go Oh my boy You need to know There's no joy Like seeing a child grow
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