Oh, Beautiful Child: Page 14

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By jwhwz

You are my little wildflower; In our happy family; You'll always be my special girl; I'll always be your Mommy. Oh, beautiful child; You know you have quite a family; Pink for Mom, blue for Dad, and white for you makes three. Oh, beautiful child; Spring is here, and flowers are in bloom; We can go out to pick some and bring them back, so that they can light up your room. Oh, beautiful child; There are many steps in a life of towers; But, I know that you can find your way if you turn them into flowers. Oh, beautiful child; Ribbons and bows most times adorn a present; But, you can use them to make pretty flowers and to make your world more pleasant.

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