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My son was one
My one son is one no more
My daughter was two
And her sister was two too
At five they were so alive
All seven around the dinner table
At eight it was already late
And to bed they had to go
The one that was six
Got in a fix
Got in a bind
We lose and we find
We had four of one kind
The one that is one no more
Is with the Three
At heaven’s door
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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