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Dec 14, 2004 15:00

I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl. My Face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But thats alright; all I Pray...
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say. She's got her Father's Eyes. Eyes that find the good in things when good is not around. Eyes that find the source of help when help cannot be found.
Eyes full of Compassion that see your pain; that know what you're going through and feeling it the same.

Just Like My Fathers Eyes.
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