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18 November 2021

You’ll always be my baby girl

No matter how old you are

Flesh and blood never disappears

Though you always carry the scars

Words said with almighty haste

And doors slammed in my face

People busy spreading rumours

And trying to give me shade

But I can take those slings and arrows

And them trying to give me the boot

My only parting gift for you is

May you one day see The Truth



























Copyright © Hans Ebert

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