A lovely Creature
They are like our miniature
The day that they are born
Its like a new color in our room
They are our treasure ones
So their husbands and wives will treasure them
When that day comes
And the day when they become dads and moms.
This carbon copy of mine
Was my prince and hime
They are my bell when I come home
Gladly waiting till I got home
A noise in my house
A kids that like a mice
A dirt of popcorns and ketchup on my floor
And a loud knock at my door
Their hands was soft as mine
As i cry when i saw them on the baby's line
They are sleeping soundly
As they hold unto me so clingy
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
A lovely Creature
They are like our miniature
The day that they are born
Its like a new color in our room
They are our treasure ones
So their husbands and wives will treasure them
When that day comes
And the day when they become dads and moms.
This carbon copy of mine
Was my prince and hime
They are my bell when I come home
Gladly waiting till I got home
A noise in my house
A kids that like a mice
A dirt of popcorns and ketchup on my floor
And a loud knock at my door
Their hands was soft as mine
As i cry when i saw them on the baby's line
They are sleeping soundly
As they hold unto me so clingy
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