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Mar 2016
Your little hands,
Your little toes,
Oh how they will grow.

Your mind seems small,
But oh how large it is.
For all the things your taking in,
The places you will go.

I hope I teach you well.
I hopeΒ Β I raise you right.

Your little nose,
Your little voice,
Oh how they will grow.

My little serendipity,
My life, My love, my heart.
oh how fast you grow.
Connie Gross
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Connie Gross  Edmonton
(Edmonton)   
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