Some squawking and stacatto squeeling a retched
Cry and there you are.
Small bundle covered in a heated bassinette.
The race is on.
One more sent down from central casting.
Two eyes one nose. Two ears two hands and feet. If all is a go.
Make your. Mark son.
Girl interrupted.
Blue as a berry. 6 weeks early.
Premature delivery
Could not be more girly.
My son. My daughter
Two more limbs on the tree.
Up the beanstalk you will climb
To see what you can see.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
Some squawking and stacatto squeeling a retched
Cry and there you are.
Small bundle covered in a heated bassinette.
The race is on.
One more sent down from central casting.
Two eyes one nose. Two ears two hands and feet. If all is a go.
Make your. Mark son.
Girl interrupted.
Blue as a berry. 6 weeks early.
Premature delivery
Could not be more girly.
My son. My daughter
Two more limbs on the tree.
Up the beanstalk you will climb
To see what you can see.
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