Little man,
Running around,
Do your feet ever,
Touch the ground.
Keeping me busy,
You do that well,
Your cheeky smile
Makes my heart swell.
No care in the world,
Your happy & free,
Did you know,
You captured me,
With them blue eyes
Your heart of gold,
Your love I cherish,
And will always hold.
K
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Beautiful … as you to little he …
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Thank you, I was reconsidering writing it, as I was writing he manage to spill his drink on me, and elbow me in the head xx
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That’s men for you … even little ones! My 5 year old grandson last Friday stood hands on hips and declared ‘I was born to be naughty’ … no argument from me!
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Haha at least he Admits it xx
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You make me smile.
I hear the joy.
Stay there a while
And don’t be coy.
Your little man
Who moves so fast
Should realize
The joy he’s cast.
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Brilliant thank you c
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Beautifully written…😊
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Thank you xx
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That is so sweet! 🙂 Nicely done!
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Thank you xx
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Awww ❤ Utterly adorable 😊❤
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Thanks the poem aswell ha x
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaw I ❤ this too too much. Our little ones.
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Hehe thank you, and yes they have their ways xx
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Oh yes. Don’t i know it! 🙂
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This is so sweet and beautiful.
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Thank you x
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http://dishdessert.wordpress.com
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Thank you, I accept the invite x
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Welcome
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