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Sep 2012
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.
Written by
Barbara Swan
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