Always Present
Well, just like your older brother,
I told your Dad and mother,
that at one the thought does count
As presents before you mount,
Things you don’t see
Don’t know what to do with,
Things lost in time
So no gift my dear from me;
Except that which lasts
Beyond stages of development
You’ll always have my love
And that, this day, is sent,
present.
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