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Little Sis In Mom's Rocking Arms

All the golden clouds that slowly drift away have the lovely tint of the strawberry-red sunset; little sister in mom's arms is tenderly lulled by her with a whispering voice that barely breaks the deep silence. Little sis in mom's rocking arms, are you sleeping or are you dreaming? And holding Colonel Giggle Cheeks, you squeeze her gently giggling; little sis in mom's rocking arms, you cover her mouth when she speaks! A cradle song is meant for babies, those tender ones without any worries and they giggle in their sleep a little... when they hear someone play the fiddle! Little sis in mom's rocking arms, your spoils can't be shared by anyone older than you and what delights mother is the joy she shares alone.

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Date: 4/2/2018 2:51:00 PM
This is so precious sounding, Andrew. It's great seeing a new poem of yours. Thanks for seeing mine.
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