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All Through The Years

So many diapers to change on me.
Just crawling around for people to see.
Beginning to mature, young and bold.
Just another year, and another day old.
Time to relax, my work is over.
Almost time to play dead and rollover, rover.
Now everyone is crying over my life.
The tears fall down with ongoing strife.
Who is left to take my place?
It would be hard to match that place.

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