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Aug 2015
Her
She is small
But her heart is big.
Her eyes are blue
And innocent.
Her imagination is wild
And ***** you in.
You watch her.
You care for her.
How can you not adore her?
How can you not watch out for her?
Mak Waddle
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Mak Waddle
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