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Entry for "Take My Phrase, Please: Round 26"
BABY PICTURES There hang three baby pictures, Two Daughters and a Son. What lucky parents we are, With proud feeling in each one. Our first baby was a girl, Born in nineteen sixty two, Making us a family is, How I think of you. Second came another girl, In the year of sixty six, Brought into the family, Her special love to mix. Then in sixty nine, Last was born our boy, Bringing to this family, His special kind of joy. Your Mom and Dad's love, Will forever be. In our heart each has a spot, Joy multiplied by three. 2/26/06 Monty
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