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** #1620514 Not An Image **
A Grandson I saw a little boy today. He’s only twenty weeks. Still resting in his Mommy’s womb, But oh the picture speaks! The blood line of our family clan is flowing through his veins. And for this tiny little man, the sweetest of refrains. For me a grandson, sweet and fair, who captures all my joy. And now I see him resting there, this tiny little boy.
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