L.. Pierson Biography

My daughter’s new daughter
How precious and sweet
Beautifully perfect
From her head to her feet
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Sipping his drink
As he sits on the bed
Rubbing his eyes
And scratching his head
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As I lie here awake
Alone in my bed
Thoughts of last night
Start to run through my head
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He sits drinking coffee
In his usual chair
Just within arms reach
But he’s not really there
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As you get older
You start to expand
You try not to notice
Your extending waistband
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