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I was born on a Wednesday in the Fall
Trying to walk, not yet able to crawl
A brisk Midwestern breath inside my lung
Blue eyes focused, on freckled cheeks they hung

A maverick called Bo with a fierce hind kick
Wide eyed at the world, it’s what makes me tick
Learning at every step, it’s what makes me stronger
One hand pushed against the end, it won’t be much longer

Mother and Father were built to sacrifice
And offer better without thinking twice
Hands used to form a roof overhead
Same ones used at night for putting to bed

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To be continued…