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I’ve seen so much I could write a book.
Secrets I hold, lies I’ve been told.
One generation to the next
I’ve been held, cuddled and thrown,
A comfort one day, a punching bag the next.
I’m in retirement now
My days are spent resting
For the most part, neglected and forgotten
Just part of a family, so taken for granted.