Oh, Beautiful Child: Page 15, by jwhwz
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Oh, beautiful child;
Your little life may be full of rain;
But, from the drops, a flower blooms; it's just a growing
pain.
Oh, beautiful child;
I need you like a butterfly needs wings;
I hope that love fullfills your life like riches do for
kings.
Oh, beautiful child; you will come through so many of life's
rough patches;
If I teach you that creativity is the key,
And that so much we treasure can come from a tree.
Oh, beautiful child;
What a cute little island made of crayon;
When I close my eyes, I can almost see the sandy beaches
that we can lay on.
Oh, beautiful child;
I see you made a whirly, swirly rose;
I promise that your Daddy will not cut it when he mows. |
Posted: 2011-11-10 20:06:12 UTC |
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