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04-03-2008, 11:31 PM
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| english poetry Baby Girl Little hands, so tiny... Bright eyes, so blue. The Lord truly smiled on me, When he blessed me with you. Sweet button nose... And precious lips that sigh. My heart is aching with joy, And it makes me want to cry. You are my Baby Girl... And I love you, so much. Your soft, soft skin, and your warm, angelic touch.
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04-03-2008, 11:34 PM
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| The blood in the marrow Keeps time with the passing days... The stony cold of bones Craving for sun's life rays... Deep down the throbbing chest A stone tosses for rest... The twitching pang of darkness Gurgles restlessly in its nest. The womb patiently awaits Its seed of love and pain... The milk of life overflows ... Like warm blood in the veins..... Cut off this wasteful plenty, Shut off all lights of day... Give me back my summer... Give me back my May..... Give me back the string of pearls All bobbling down the stairs... Give me back my moonlight... My dreams of a morning fair.... Or give me a bed of roses Resting on humble leaves... Give me the eternal darkness... Give me my enchanted sleep .....
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20-03-2008, 10:45 AM
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so cute.......... |
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20-03-2008, 10:46 AM
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30-03-2008, 10:37 AM
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thanks winter sorry ma nay aap ka thanks bohat late kia hay
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