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My Baby Boy
by
Jack Mann
Born premature
All yellow and small
Never dreamed he would grow up
To be six feet tall
A smile on his face
From the time he was born
What a joy to behold
With no one to scorn
He grew up so happy
Not an enemy had he one
Hate was not in his nature
From the day it all begun
Now he is all grown up
But he will never be alone
For he will love another
And reproduce his own
I thank God for letting me have him
As well as all my kids part
But there is something about the baby
That leaves a mark on the heart!
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