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My Sweet Alarm Clock Little fingers run through my hair and gently touch my face A soft little kiss is bestowed on each cheek. Bright eyes of gray watch as I sleepily open mine. "Hi Mama", she says as my wake up call. Her cheerful smile invites me to happily welcome the new day. The world has never known a sweeter alarm clock. |
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