by Arfaitis » Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:01 pm
A Special Child
Every child is a special, everyone is unique,
Some very forward, and some are very meek.
You may have a girl or boy, or maybe have both,
Watch them from a tot, see their rapid growth.
They grow very fast, right before your very eyes,
A son may play for England and score many tries.
A daughter could play tennis, on the centre court,
But no matter what they do, it may be any sport.
A sport maybe far from their active busy mind,
No matter what they do, they are a special kind.
Thank the good Lord they have not grown wild,
They will always be cherished your special child.
Copyright © - Arthur 2007 -
Arfa
If I am wrong and there is nothing, then it will not matter....if there is 'something' then I am not afraid.
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