Good night dear girl.
Oh God thank you for your presence with her,
your little daughter who's been in such pain.
We cry aloud and know that you concur,
your spurit teaches us to groan again
as little Bubba does, when words can't come
for lack of understanding on our part
(as does for Bub, then fart comes out the bum
and we cheer with the Bub who's in our hearts)
And you my lovely lady are loved too.
I know I often may not show it so
you see and understand, but know that you
are loved by many. Hope you'll really know.
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