Cleaning & scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow;
So quiet down, cobwebs,
Dust, go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby, & babies don't keep.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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The love in your heart wasn't put there to say--Love isn't love till it's given away.
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