Mothers Do There Best Daddys Do the Rest
my babies they smile that smile they bat them eyes still your heart with them dimples in there cheekies you try to keep them safe protect them from hurt a mother does her best daddy does the rest but there comes a time you have to cut the not and hope and pray your babies can stretch the not so far .
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