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They're seventeen and fourteen, those girls who have our hearts from curley top and sassypants, they've grown up tall and smart what ever happened to those ribbons and bows that was braided in their hair they've traded in the baby stuff, and now its liner and lipstick they wear.. We really miss those days gone by, their games and movies and noise mudpies and tea parties are over and done, they've now discovered "boys" So now we wait a few more years, to see what they'll become We hope that we are still around when they find their special "one' I guess the most important thing, that we would hope they share the memories and the love we have, for both will always be there So as we grow older and so do they, as life has so proclaimed We leave to them our legacy, and someday they'll do the same.
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Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
Grandaughters
They're seventeen and fourteen, those girls who have our hearts from curley top and sassypants, they've grown up tall and smart what ever happened to those ribbons and bows that was braided in their hair they've traded in the baby stuff, and now its liner and lipstick they wear.. We really miss those days gone by, their games and movies and noise mudpies and tea parties are over and done, they've now discovered "boys" So now we wait a few more years, to see what they'll become We hope that we are still around when they find their special "one' I guess the most important thing, that we would hope they share the memories and the love we have, for both will always be there So as we grow older and so do they, as life has so proclaimed We leave to them our legacy, and someday they'll do the same.
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Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
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