he is my dear,
always so near,
a hat he wears,
he makes me not fear,
even when I'm at the rear,
with love he smears,
his hugs sweet as pear,
with kisses he can tear,
tear me into parts before my peers,
but I cant drop a tear,
everytime he whispers into my ear,
I always hear,
and that changes my gear,
there's no way I can sear,
I miss him every year,
and that's my dear.
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