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| The Tribe Only son, four grandkids create my sun. Babies done, sisters, three and brother, one. Family love, fears, laughter, always we. Rebel teens support younger boy and tween. Have your back, should never attack the pack. Lots of fun gather, share, the day is won. Fill my world, a joyful legacy. ~~jvg Notes: ▶︎ |