New Joy
A beautiful baby that came from a young lady
so sweet, it sleeps with its rosey red cheeks
innocence is what it keeps
wrapped up in its sheets, with a big grin unleashed
so full of joy and laughter, as bright as a sunflower
nothing else matters, but its precious little life in the hands of a stranger
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