Sorry for not having a bad joke today, but I’m feeling a bit contemplative as today is Little Quinn’s birthday. He should be turning twelve. Alas, he is not.

Hippie Quinn

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2 Responses to Twelve….

  1. Roger Owen Green says:

    the pain is practically unimaginable

  2. Unknown says:

    I lost a nephew to the same disease at the same age. Something for you

    Angels are frozen in time
    a vision carried forever
    lives painted by struggle
    shared as hearts remember
    sorrow paints a picture
    that hides what is beneath the canvass
    hidden sometimes not seen
    leaving us to struggle through the blackness
    wipe the canvass clean
    to behold a portrait
    of true human perfection

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