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| Chubby fingers and teensy toes. Angelic eyes above a turned up nose. |
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| No words you speak....no songs you sing; Yet perfect joy, to me, you bring. |
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| Oceans of salt and grains of sand. Become treasure in your little hand. |
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| Your wonder is not lost on me; Never-ending innocence, like the waves of the sea. |
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| Funny faces and a playful whim; The world to you is a jungle gym. |
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| A mischievous grin...Seldom shedding a tear; Each moment a play ground, You know no fear! |
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| You right my wrongs in so many ways; Now Thanksgiving is a gift that comes every day! |
