Greg
Greg is my one and only son, with him around my days work is never done.From day light til dark he keeps me on the run. His heart is so young and light,eyes like stars that shine so bright.He doesn'tlike to go to bed at night, but to me he's my lifes delight. He has thick,brown hair, his laughter fills the air. When he doesn't want to do his work, he says I'm not fair , him and his sister are quite a pair.
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