'I LOVE MY SON..........................
I KISS MY SON, ..........................
THOU IS LIKE A BLOKES, AMONG THE BLOKES, BUT NOT LIKE RAIN
THAT SEAR TEARS, UNBELIEVABLE, THY WAY OF ENABLE, NOT DISABLE.
'I WANT MY SON TO BE MORE THAN A ROUT, NOT ONE THAT FALL IN SWARD
AND ENTER INTO THE DEEP RED RAIN WITH MORTEN.
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