Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Would you like to see a picture of my granddaughter? Her name is Grace.
Grace With summer glow and ballet toes there is no forgetting or fretting only child-like dreams In the innocence of her glow hope and hopeful rising There is imagination flowing amidst mud puddle dances fearless twirl or laughter splashing There are wishes upon candles or the first star at night...
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