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I offer her my index finger,
Her tiny hand curls around; Her touch I wish would forever linger, Her babble is a wonderful sound. Her every antic we so much adore; Friends know by heart her tales galore. She is a blessing from God benevolent, Life is once again sweet and pleasant.
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