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by katie Jan 23, 2007 category : Special events / other poems
Were proud to say You had a baby girl We all sit and prey That its not going to be that big of a whirl You named her grace Our hearts fill with love She came from a special place That place is from somewhere up above I hope you have the best of times As shes growing up When your sitting there reading her nursery rhymes And when she drinks out of her first sippy cup I hope everything is happy Like when she plays with her first toy I hope nothings crappy Like when she dates her first boy