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My Special Child You are my child of special needs. A child of smiles and laughter with innocence, but yet with fear from ignorance_ Some fear of laughter from his peers this causes him pain without the tears. My specail child of special needs he's so sincere in every way and, every day_ He may not be as bright as all_ but tries his hardest not to fall_ He also makes his life complete within that happiness as he succeeds_ He'll always have these open arms with warmth from sibling and all his friends_ This is my child of special needs.
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