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This is a poem for a babay....

For a special baby

Dear little Child, you don’t makes promises

But while I’m with you I feel you’re the best promise I could have

Tell me Foldder,

How do you do it?

Your livinstone smiles makes the world a good place to live

Your sights makes me fly as a small and free bird

And any string can tie me

Tell me, what is your secret?

It dosen’t matter

We’ll learn it togheter each day, each moment

You want to share with me

But I do want you to make a promise

You’ll have a gift from me

I’m just leaving you my heart and my soul

So you can play with both of them with your litlle hands.

Listen,

Think that your future life is like a painting

And you’ll find out that there are reds colours, oranges, yellows

And some times blacks or greys’

You can live your life as a poet

You’ll find there’s poetry in the streets you walk

And in the people that get into your life

But never forget

That the sun shines above you

Again and again.