In the realm of youthful laughter's spree,
Where innocence dances wild and free,
There dwells a charm, a special hue,
Brought forth by nephews, pure and true.
With eyes that sparkle like the stars,
They paint the world in vibrant arts.
Their laughter, like a melody sweet,
Echoes joy down every street.
In their smiles, the sun finds its shine,
In their hearts, love's eternal shrine.
With boundless energy, they explore,
Every corner, every hidden lore.
Their tiny hands, so full of grace,
Embrace the world in warm embrace.
Their dreams, like kites, soar high and far,
Guided by hope's bright northern star.
They teach us lessons, wise and kind,
With every step, they leave behind
Footprints of joy, imprints of love,
In the vast expanse of skies above.
So here's to nephews, blessings rare,
Whose presence fills the very air
With laughter, love, and endless glee,
Forever cherished, eternally.
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