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Poems
Farewell To A Little Boy
Honey there will be a hoop, and a hill to roll it down.
God wouldn’t give a little boy the burden of a crown.
He’ll show you lots of trees to climb, and where he keeps his swings
God let him have a bat and ball, instead of shinning wings
And will he let you sail a kite up where the air is clear
Without tall buildings stooping down
Of course, he will my dear.
Now close your eyes, I will kiss them shut, the way I always do.
I must not, must not cry dear God, I know he’s safe with you.
Author Unknown
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