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Holding Your Tiny Hands {Cody}

{Holding Your Tiny Hands}{Cody} 

 

 

My dearest son,

 

I remember when you was born at 12:30 p.m. December 17 

 

And then the doctor's laid you on my chest and as I wrapped you up in my arms and kissing your small tiny hands and face as the happy tears flowed down my cheeks 

 

And then I started to count your small fingers and toes making sure all of them was there 

 

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Walk A Mile In My Shoe's

{Walk A Mile In My Shoe's} 

 

 

Walk a mile in

my shoes

because I was

left alone

without no

money and no

family at the

age fifteen to

comfort and

love me while

my life started

to spin out of

control hitting the

ground full blast

like a nuclear

weapon blowing

the world up

around me

Bam~Bam,

Boom~Boom,

Bang~Bang

this isn't the l...

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