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Bernard Shaw


Baby Eyes.


Large Baby eyes smiling joyfully at me,
Baby eyes as brown as can be.
Two deep pools most innocent and bright,
To me are symbols of sheer delight.
May I greet you every single day?
For you are sunshine on my way.
Other people see you smile so sweet,
All are happier when you they meet.
Eyes are the windows to the soul,
No difficulties for you reaching your goal.
So sweet baby go on life's way,
Those Baby eyes have much to say.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 28, 2003

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  • *Trusting You* (12/16/2008 8:08:00 PM)

    this is really cool the eyes tell the story of life.
    Eyes are the windows to the soul,
    that is very true. good job. this is a very enjoyable read.
    Crystal (Report) Reply

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