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TO MY FOSTER SON, by            
First Line: Heed not the taunts of the other lads
Last Line: Because you suited me.
Subject(s): Adoption


Heed not the taunts of the other lads
Who shout: "Adopted child."
They do not know there's another side
When thus they have you styled.
I did not give you birth, 'tis true,
That is my loss, not thine.
You can remember this, my son,
'Twas choice that made you mine.
I took you not by chance, dear boy,
Let this your comfort be.
But chose you from the multitude
Because you suited me.





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