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Meeting at Life's Crossroads:
Children come and Children Grow. Some Will stay. Yet, Some may go. Living, Dieing, Playing, Fighting, Yet We Love Them So. We Must realize the Treasures We own. For, They are the Foundations, of Our Hearts and Home. We spank Them at times, to make Them understand. But.... They know there is Love, in Our Disciplined Hand. Some may be Leaders, Teachers, and such. Some may be Healers with Their sweet gentle Touch. We work hard to raise Them, the best that we can. To Live and Love, to respect Their Great Land. The World may take Them from us, but Their Beauty we'll find, Their Sweet Precious memories, we can hold in our minds. So, Hug Them, and Kiss Them, For before we all know; OUR BABIES WILL LEAVE US, ONCE THEY HAVE GROWN.!!
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