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Babies Are:
 
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Babies are soft hands
Searching eyes,
Sleepy impromptu
Lullabies.
Talcum-sweet bundles
Whisper-soft sighs.
Echoes of heartbeats
That gleam in our eyes.
Babies are precious,
God's gifts from above.
Babies are the future.
Babies are love.

By Mariannajo

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