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PITTER, PITTER, PAT
I can still hear the sounds of her tiny little feet,
going Pitter,Pitter, Pat;
As my skips a beat...
The smile upon her face,
with that puppy she embraced;
A struggling little angel,
as she walks along in place...
Pitter, Pitter, Pat;
Come her tiny little feet,
as she runs into the bedroom,
just to check on me...
with her little hand in mine, and a big smile on her face;
"This won't very hurt" she say's,
While she's tapping on my knee...
The Beauty in her heart, an innocence so redeemed;
Replaces all the darkness and ugly I have seen...
Pitter, Pitter, pat:
A distant sound you see;
Although she's gotten older,
Just the way she look's at me;
As if I, were worth her Beauty, smiles, and all her precious dreams...
Pitter, Pitter, pat:
My heart still skips a beat;
I've found an innocence so long ago lost;
In this little child smiling up at me...
Pitter, Pitter, Pat, as she jumps into my lap;
She'll soon be grown and on her own,
Just a memory this will be;
As I happily reminisce of the sound so sweet to me,
the Pitter, Pitter, Pat;
Of her tiny little feet...
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