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Carne

I watch him climb the trees and smile,
His fathers son,
Red hair curling, tangling
In branches.
My heart fills with joy watching him
With love
And as I watch him climb I know
His fatherís son
Without a fathers love, or so I thought
I love him
This little child that has his mothers smile
Her beauty