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A poem for my friend Doxx and his son, Quinn. |
| Crying rivers, For a little boy, I never knew. Crying rivers, For his daddy, He barely knew. Crying rivers, For his brother, Playing with him in heaven. Crying rivers, For a life too short, Too filled with pain. Crying rivers, For little Quinn, And his daddy's loss. Quinn Christopher Cole September 20, 2001 to September 12, 2002 |