My (Fake) Son
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Complete Sun, Sep 4, 2011<5 mins
I recently found out that I have a slight (very small) chance of concieveing a child. Since I don't have anyone to talk to I decided writing would be my way out. So he's my poem about loving your child no matter what he/she turns out to be.
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