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Golden Boy your ma’s greatest joy
Hiding the butt of your cigarette
Not a word, your thoughts
Knitted and purled
Neatly wrapped over your shoulder
You’re much too young to face
The barrel of a gun
Sidling up to your doorstep
Golden yes, now just wishes at best
I never got to know you
Saw your face, neither time nor a place
A picture upon her mantle
Saw her cry a handful of times
Wondering who you’d have been
You’re much too young to face
The barrel of a gun
But you’re not the first, nor the last
Frozen time now forever a child
As I grow you stay just the same
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