Soft as the touch of a white rose,
the giggling and cuddling livining up the mourn,
the sweetest smile that fresh eyes lay apon,
a small kiss apon my cheek to wake me fully,
so tiny, so cute and so loveble to,
if my freash eyes lay apon that sweet child,
everytime the mourn araises,
My day compleat and full of surprises.
Deadly Faith Community Member 
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