| |  | Dishes and dusting can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up we learn to our sorrow. So goodnight laundy, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep. |
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
life
Posted by pandama at 10:10 AM 7 comments
Labels: thankfull to our heavenly father
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