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ASTOR ANGEL ROSEWOOD
A poem about my amazing son
A baby
A frog
A incubus
A wolfcubus
The son I have dreamed about
If he not kill you with cuteness
He will kill you with his blade
The son I love
The son I understand
The son I am proud to call mine
It is just us my boy
It is just us for now on
ASTOR ANGEL ROSEWOOD
the son I always dreamed about small, cute, lovable and a amazing little DJ
but take his binky away you better lean to be fast, very fast this is the ONLY WARNING you will get and i am so proud to have you, you are my flesh and blood.
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MY NEXT OF KIN
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