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Dark Poetry When I first held him in my hands,
I’m a father for the first time.
His name is Sam,
I wouldn’t trade him for a dime.
Brung him home and stayed by his crib all night,
Too afraid to sleep.
To protect him for fright,
And from bugs that creep.
He grew up so fast,
And we argued for hours.
The love came last,
My voice I didn’t cower.
He ran upstairs and ran away,
For three months I did pray.
That he’d be safe until that day,
I found him in the alley.
I took him to the hospital,
The rooms and halls were crammed.
Sam died in the halls,
Rest in peace and I love you Sam.
