Every fibre
See how they run
for every birthday they besmirch
See how they stand steadfast
isn't that a sad thing
Although my heart is crying
my soul is dying
Hear their laughter, every smidgeon
every fibre in their being
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2025
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