Oh My Gosh I Make No Sense GABBY 8 MONTHS!!!

Rolling on the floor laughing
This is my haiku for you
It is our eighth month
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Talking on the phone
Till we laugh so hard we cry
Or we cry so hard we laugh
Or we do both so hard we die
In an explosion of stars
That fill the night's black
It's eight months dear teddy
How babbalicious is that

You think about it and it makes you cry
8 months of smiles and/or fun
8 months of being there through the worst
Many more gabbtastic voyages left to come

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