There's joy in being a family,
and nothing can compare.
The fact you don't allow that
Fills me with dispair.
All my many graces; you can't love though they're there.
And so these little precious things; there's no one here to share.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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I'm left wondering about the circumstances of this poem . There must be some kind of conflict between you and an unknown disident . But the results cannot be disputed .
Good emotive write.
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