Our Sweet Little Boy - Poem by Rebecca Moors
Cute tiny little hands and cute tiny little feet,
Who could imagine something so sweet?
Cute little smile, cute little dimples.
You make loving you so simple.
Tiny little fingers, and tiny little toes.
Tiny little ears, and tiny little button nose.
Such perfection for such a tiny little baby.
Cute little laugh, cute little coos.
Oh, cute little you.
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