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Catch a falling star
 
Father, can I catch a falling star
Beneath the setting sun
Set the bar high and reach for the sky,
Then you might just, catch-one son.
What age can I drive my first car
My son, donít wish to grow old
These stars you speak of are manifold.
Father, how will I ever fill your shoes?
Youíre doing it now son singing these blues.

Just For The Love Of It PHRASE
'beneath the setting sun'

By Mark Heathcote

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


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