My Dear Son
My Dear Son...
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Will you remember this,
Your first day at school
In the principal's office?
You shrank into my arms in fear;
Your rosy cheeks fiery hot, and dark red as ripened plum.
When I am retired and old,
And you are in your thirties-- too busy with your flourishing business!
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