He’s my Sunday morning newspaper and my Friday nights when I’m alone. He’s always there for me to make me feel at home. He’s my everyday good-morning and my every-evening goodnight. He’s the one I turn to when I want to feel alright. He’s my favourite hello and he’d be my hardest goodbye. He gives me hope, he gives me strength, he is my will to live. If they asked what I’d give to see him, I’d tell them….anything.
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