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Bronzed baby shoes
giving me the blues,
bring with a tear my yesteryear;
her dear emphatic twos.
Who knew how much we’d lose?
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Tones of gold in browns, and shaded,
sing to me how life’s been jaded;
coming undone; reflections run;
epoch sweet by death invaded.
Our realm now compressed and faded.
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Daughter of mine;
love so rich and fine
still haunting me from memory,
time after lonely time.
Chanting in somber rhyme.
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