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I remember the child like a rose on a vine.
With an inseperation look and sweet little kiss.
Capturing the light in her sweet red curls and wish.
For this is sweet christina and oh i do miss her.
With mother's a Love and cuddles ,to give
and all those things we ,
both never did.
But i do know one thing she reminds alot of the summer sunshine and roses.
For she was my ray of light ever so bright.
For i do know one thing she's here now every day and every night.
For this little girl is an insperation i must insist for this little girl.
Is my little Angel christina and also love and cherish.
susan
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