Come Home My Child

H Heather Burns
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As a small baby made his entrance into this world A face more beautiful than a porcelain doll Hair jet black and curly eyes midnight black soft skin of olive tone God had created perfection gazing upon his creation in a soft voice he whispered come home my child. home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home

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