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Taylor
Taylor, my bud
my first little pal,
You’ve made it this far but
sometimes I wonder how.
You’re way too
daring and unafraid,
A nervous wreck
we all have been made.
With your little adventures
and climbing skills,
High anxiety
in us you instill.
But along with the scares
you’ve brought us much joy,
I guess that’s just part
of being a little boy.
Love,
Pa-Pa
JRS © 11-29-99
The "Okie" Poet
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