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My Little Girl
Contributed by
gribbs
on
Thursday, 15th November 2007 @ 02:50:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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My little girl is so sweet, she can play drums on her tricycle seat
She can play by herself, but she’d rather play with me
We dance around and yell a lot, and pretend we’re having tea
She’s the most precious thing in my life, she rates right up there with my wife
I love the smell of her after her nap, and love to squeeze her tight to my neck
She dresses up in the funniest clothes, and looks so forlorn when I give her heck
She has all kinds of dolls, and too many toys
And when I’m resting she makes lots of noise
The best part is she loves me a lot, even when I’m not the best I could be
She comes running for hugs and kisses, and my eyes are so watery I can barely see
Keith W. Saunders
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2007-11-15 02:50:53] (Date/Time posted on
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