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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

My Daughter by Herman Ross Fillingan

My Daughter

As time will come and go
Sometimes like a distant wind
My life sees many changes
And I'm thankful for true friends.
But as I long for wisdom
And search for that distant light
I think of yesterdays
When I watched you sleep at night.

And nothing that I touch
In a sometimes lonely world
Will ever mean as much
As the love for my little girl.

~Herman Ross Fillingan

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