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My Son (limerick)

I recall when son was baby
And all loved to hold this cutie
But when air turned grave
And noses they’d wave
How quickly they gave him to me
I recall when son was baby
And all loved to hold this cutie
But when air turned grave
And noses they’d wave
How quickly they gave him to me
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