She Is Mine, by MrsPeterson
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She is nothing but a speck
A tiny soul
I've never even met her
And yet I know everything
Lately shes been cranky
Kicking and punching
She just can't sit still
I care for her
Every second
Even while I sleep
As I eat, she eats
She shares a heart
Made from me and him
She shares a love
From me and him
She is my unborn daughter
And I can't wait to meet her
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| Posted: 2005-04-10 01:50:19 UTC |
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