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The Best Of Me

Sifting through the fine grain of memories, I come across nuggets of yore.
I look into your eyes and I see they twinkle still, I see you smile and feel glad that you retain the magic still.

I pose for a snap and see me with you frozen still. I look at myself, my balding mane my deceptive laugh lines my tired life, I close my eyes and thank God. Thank God that you knew me as a kid. 

Now I know why you are so special still. 
You have known the best of me, 
You have known me as a kid.

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