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My Son
My son,
Is more beautiful
Than the sun setting in the sky,
He smells like toast
And cherry pie,
His eyes a million stories,
And not one of them a lie,
My son,
Is the vein,
Running through my life.
My son,
Is more beautiful
Than the sun setting in the sky,
He smells like toast
And cherry pie,
His eyes a million stories,
And not one of them a lie,
My son,
Is the vein,
Running through my life.
Feelings
Feelings nicely put in words
©bishu
He Smells Like A Boy
Excellent selection for what he smells like. Only a mother would find it astonishing. - allets -