~Author Unknown~
You are the poem
I dreamed of writing
the masterpiece
I longed to paint.
You are the shining star
I reached for In my
ever hopeful quest
for life fulfilled..
You are my child.
Now with all things
I am blessed.
Life is like a library owned by the author.In it are a few books which he wrote himself,but most of them were written for him.~~ Harry Emerson Fosdick~~
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