| Poetry of the DarkChild | ||||||||||||
| "My Angels" | ||||||||||||
Young and vibrant thoughtful as could be honorable than the average God has truely blessed me... A will as strong as an ox reeking with intelligence loving the most precious of things youth becomes a man... I honor what I have respect what has come to be without my little gentleman there would be no me... (c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson |
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| "Kelvin" | ||||||||||||
Brighter than the reddest rose gentler than the softest touch the mold was broken the day I recieved my three year old... Never thought blessings could be so sweet never imagined being the one watching over the little lamb God sent down from the heavens... Curiosity beyond belief love deeper than theocean's mysteries intellect growing quicker... keeping me my toes blessed am I to live a life with my little three turning thirty year old... (c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson |
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| "Maurece" | ||||||||||||