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To the niece that time outgrew Torn by bitter circumstance Let me say now what I'd do If I ever had the chance I'd brave the fiercest winter storm Running ragged on the spot To make sure that you stayed warm In the only coat I've got To keep your feet from painful wear I'd carry you upon my back And miseries I'd gladly bear To save your virtue from attack I'd dance on one leg like a clown To hold your heart in steadfast cheer I'd turn the treetops upside down To make your troubles disappear Favors numbered but a few For the people I adore For little girls as good as you And God loves you even more! |
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| © 2007, 2015. Verses by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Friday, August 21, 2015
For My Niece
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