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Out of our love a little girl is coming. An Angel who will be blessed Septembers child.
Gifts of pink dolls included will surround her crib and room. Little fuzzy animals that say cuddle me. Talking dolls that say I love you. Soon she'll be wearing lace and walking. By imitating her parents she'll start talking. She'll cry and boo and sometimes she'll goo. Sugar and spice and all things nice will be a great part of her life. A GIRL IS COMING SEPTEMBERS CHILD.
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