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Parched his desert shawl, and all these writings on the wall ? Sitting atop her pillow as gazing through, this window; city skies While baby yawns then rubs their blurry eyes; waking, to a lullaby.. Crowned the ceiling, trimmed of gold; as silver stars, it's paper holds Teddy smiles and infants laugh; crawling past, his crimson hat ? Sunlight Joy's pink giraffe; making haste to kiss her face a music box, in love's display.

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Date: 9/7/2013 4:46:00 PM
John, this has rhyme, and meter. Love the rythmatic verse you wrote here. Love and kisses to you, Lucinda
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