My Fighter
My fighter, my rib, you are my soul. You are so strong. When no one new you were coming, you came with no name. Silent in the night, A two pound force to be recon with. You are so strong. Unplanned but planned to make her mark. With no name, No date, Weighing in at barley two pounds. My fighter, My JAZZ!
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