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| It is morning and she lies Uttering her happy cries, While her little hands reach out For the feet that fly about. Then I go to her and blow Laughter out of every toe; Hold her high and let her place Tiny footprints on my face. -Edgar A. Guest |
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| The First Steps Of Carmen Isabella Hardy Share in my wonder and amazement as I discover the world around me! |
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| Coming Soon: My first sounds! "Spooktacular" Halloween Pics! |
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