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You were a little girl playing in my garden swinging high
you dreamt and believed in what you saw
you talked to fairies and had faith in Santa Claus
your laughter filled my house and your presence blessed the world like fragrance of the flowers
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true Richa...tough times never last....tough people do.This is a lovely poem, a daughter always remains a daughter, now matter how she becomes and where she goes.... please read my poems called ' THE LITTLE PAINTER ', OUR DAUGHTERS OUR LIVES and HOME SWEET HOME....U may like to comment and rate them
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7/23/2025 4:28:22 PM # 1.0.0
Liked the whole theme. In such a loving cover the good times will always come to our door steps soon to knock and will stay forever.