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charming and soft as cotton, they both fit together.
Love is in the air, every time a precious soul, or
animal is born..

No purer picture than the newest of a baby
no better moment than to see the soft smooth
skin, and healthy cry, of a new creation.

Count your blessings, each and everyday
The Lord has given us many,

She's soft as cotton, smells like fresh air,
on a cold snowy hill side...

Count your blessings for each
new birth, whether it be yours
or someone else's

Celebrate


Celebrating the birth of Jamie's new granddaughter )


By girlsisy

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