My latest greeting card poem is for a father (or mother) to give to a son. This one came easily, as I have a wonderful son--a gift to society. An artist, he is strong, handsome, intelligent, kind, gentle, creative, and fun. He is everything I would have been had I been raised by me. Seventeen, he has his whole life ahead of him. Such adventures he will have. Far from being jealous, I am proud.
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