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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.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
Child of Mine
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
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
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