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I remember when you were a small child; You were cute and sweet, but your teen years were wild! I always wondered if you'd ever settle down, Since you were really quite the class clown. Then you grew up and became a fine man; You matured very nicely, and had a great plan. Then as it happened, I got very ill; Of doctors and pain pills, I've sure had my fill. But you've never complained of the help I need; You're always here promptly, to do a good deed. I can't thank you enough for the help you've been You're a blessing indeed, with the shape that I'm in! |
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