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MY LITTLE GIRL
It was
Sunday
the day
was cold,
she arrived
at my door
I was told.

She needs
tender
loving care,
like running
a comb
through her
hair.

A nice warm
bath, a cozy
bed,
a pillow to
rest her
tiny head.

As I
touched
her
chubby
face,
I felt God
giving me
grace.

This little
girl
came to
live
with me,
her name
is on my
family tree.

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