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Breanna She’s not at all Bashful, my sweet little girl Sometimes she’s Rowdy and loud As I watch her, she Enchants me With her Ability to mother her ‘babies’ with such Natural ease She brushes their hair, and Nurtures them all then lovingly Admires each one as they sleep Completely unaware of how lucky she is that her babies never grow up. |
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To my daughter, Breanna
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