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You Offered Me Your Hands

When I was a small baby, so many years ago, I had no one. My birth-mother had changed her mind. Six months later. . I got the best parents I could ever hope to find. It did not matter that I had not been born to them, because I had always been treated as so. I never had forgotten that I was loved, because you had always let me know. So many years ago, dad died. . leaving just two. Dear Mother, forever. .we will be together. . just me and you.

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Date: 7/1/2014 7:52:00 AM
Beautiful.
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