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Growing Up

Growing up There Was a Little Boy Who Had Blonde Golden Hair He Really Loved His Mother And Thought Her Great and Fair He Told Her All His Troubles As He Grew into a Man She Was Always There for Him To Hold His Little Hand As the Boy Grew Older His Hands Grew Big and Strong No Matter What He Did She Knew He Wasn't Wrong Finally He Was Grown He Had Become a Man With Children of His Own He Was Gentle as a Lamb Then He Lost His Mother And Though He Was a Man Like a Child He Cried in Grief As He Held Her "Little" Hand

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