THE LITTLE BOY THAT WAS

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    THE LITTLE BOY THAT WAS
    The little boy that was a child
    grew up to be a man
    His mother was so tired, so ill
    so to help her he did all he can

    But he as well had wounds to heal
    and it became harder with every day
    But he never turned his back on her
    By her side he would always stay

    But then his mom found a friend to trust
    and help her with her fright
    The friend was always there for her
    never letting her give up the fight

    Dianna Nally
    1/10/09

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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