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I think I know you,
But I'm not for sure,
I must be cautious,
I will not allow my hands, to
get caught in a cookie jar.

One day a little girl, came to my
door,
It was Sunday, the day was cold,
She came to my door, As I was told.

Needed a mother to take care,
Like a running a comb thru her hair.
And as I touched her tiny face,
I felt God giving me grace,

This little girl can live with me,
Put her name on my family tree.

She blew into my life,
A gentle breathe of Spring,
Now a beautiful flower,
The summer of my dream.

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