What would I do with a lock of Rob's hair?
Would I keep it in a jar to look at and stare?
Would I secrete it away inside my pocket?
Or lovingly next to my heart in a locket?
Perhaps with the DNA I could make a clone.
A replica Robert to call my own.
But I'd always know he wasn't meant to be
So just his hair in my locket I'd keep with me
It's all speculation because there's nowhere
That I could even get a lock of his hair
Besides I'd be happy with a smile sent my way
If I met him by chance one fine lucky day.
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