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How can that be my baby?
How can that be my son? Standing on a rugger field, more than six foot one. Steam rising from him, his legs are streaked with blood, and he wears a yellow mouthguard, in a face that's black with mud.
How can that be my baby?
How can that be my baby? © Pam Ayres (www.pamayres.com)
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