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My Baby Is Growing Up

Young and pretty Sweet and bold. When I look at her I feel old, My baby is growing up. She is brave. Never too scared to try and face her fears. She has the courage of a lioness For someone so young. “Oh, where has the time gone.” She is a style diva. Knowing what goes with what and what colors to choose. Fashion a language She clearly understands. Sweet and bubbly. She talks and talks Of stories from school. Her stories filled with laughter, Filled with fun and most scary of all Mostly about boys. Oh where has the time gone. My baby is growing up.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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