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An Aunt's Prayer
When you were born
the Goddess Smiled
You are so small and pure
you have not known life's trials

You are a precious gift
an Angel from above
Those around adore you
You're surrounded by our love.

Oh, precious Child
I pray it will be so,
that Hopes and Dreams
and Happiness,
are all the things you know.

*To my nephews Trystan and Steven.*

By m.winterstarv

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