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Jan 2016
With tiny little hands,
she touches my face.
The outline of my features,
her fingertips gently trace.

A blessing in my life,
this sweet little girl.
With dimples in her smile,
and a head full of curls.

In her step there is a skip,
everwhere she goes.
And within her hazel eyes,
a light that is aglow.  

This sweet child of mine
shows me the meaning of true love.
The purest form of love
that I could ever dream of.
Tia White
Written by
Tia White  Georgia
     ---, ---, Denel Kessler, --- and Woody
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