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Circle Of Life
Circle of life
To my only son ,James Calvin Campbell. 10/ 24/1996
James is like his Dad ,not tall, not short, a bit tinder ,not tough.
Brown sandy hair and hazel eyes.
Part of mom ,part of dad.
Good little worker in school he was,
Made good grades ,played the drums.
Married quit young, like dad.
He strives hard, to be like dad.
It's not easy, to bring home the bread.
I do believe those words came from dad.
Familiar sounds James often hears,Just as dad did before him.
A tender voice saying, daddy I'd like to be like you.
I have brown sandy hair,hazel eyes,not to short,not to tall.
A bit tinder,not tough.
Daddy,I'm your little girl.
Sounds hit the air, honey watch the baby.
The car's dirty,the grass needs cut.
I have a doctors appointment,Lord,I may be daddy again .
I'm proud,I'm broke, but got to buy cigars.
I'm a little tender, little tough but a whole lot tired .
God,(I'm like my Dad).
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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