Growing Old: Baby Laugh

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Friday, March 12, 2010

Baby Laugh

She was twirling around, having fun I was snapping pics, never done. She got dizzy, fell to her knees She's eighteen months old, if you please. She tuned up, began to cry. Good chance to hold my sweetie pie. She really loves my dog, Roscoe Hugs and kisses the big old Joe. He heard her cry, saw her... Sign in to see full entry.

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