The child, this child of mine
May you always, always be kind
Oh this child, this child of mine
May the world be forever thine
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She is graduating without a gown
The pandemic is a hovering grey and sound
Steeped to the soul pushing us down
Oh child, oh child of mine
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Pick a star if I could polish its hind
On the dark side for sure it still shines
Your birthday, no fancy dinners, fancy wine
Baby, you’re the star, oh baby of mine.
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AUGUST 2020
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 
This is a lovely poem. Simple words, which deeply attracts someone like me whenever I read it! 😍
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I’m at your service, I’m happy to attract someone like you, my friend. 🙂
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I thank you for your words. 😊
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Nice!
Our local uni had a three-year catch-up graduation this year, with classes of 2020, 2021 and 2022 all getting to have shared ceremonies this year.
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Simply wonderful! 😊
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time flies right.
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It does!
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Happy hump day my friend, we survived the week LOL
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Yes, we did! Happy hump day, my friend 😁
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