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From bud to blossom I’ve watched you grow.
I've tried to pass on a little I know.
You've been a joy in my darker days,
A solace in many, many ways.
You've been Jim Hawkins to my Ben Gunn.
I'm your Friday, you're my Robinson.
And though it's no surprise,
(With your beautiful, gentle eyes)
You've gone from chubby grub to butterfly.
I wish I could take some credit for your loveliness
But it's all your own doing, more or less.
So here's one more piece of paternal advice.
Always be what you are, Perfectly nice.
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Jack Lashbrook
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| Jun 4th, 2004
This poem is really great. it's full of emotions and i do like it!
i think that noneelse our parents could see us Perfectly Nice. That's why i love them more than everyone.
This is so sweet! Zorica Vukovic | Sep 20th, 2004
Jake, this sweet little poem of yours is absolutelly adorable! Perfectly nice!
ahh wooing women melanie mae | Jan 31st, 2005
see you've got some women here that like you.
BRAVO! you never cease to amaze me
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