With the Internet
these
tiny little hands
in this wide-world expand
Gentle lips turned up in a bow
blowing kisses from this little miss.
we all know.
With candid Bliss
I stole from her one little
kiss.
Beauty, Joy and Peace
can exists when we
remember this sweet little miss.
Eyes of fiery coal stare right into my very soul.
May Gods Word Spread Out
as he holds us in the palm of his hand.






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