Ear's the Ink: Alone Again.

Back on our own again,

My love,

You radiounce blinding me like a flying dove,

As time flies by,

Feeling lonely in these long hours without our child here,

I hope our child arrived back for any of the holiday's,

We will have the door open and with open arms,

We will welcome our child home.

By: Ethan McCloskey

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