THE GIFT: MY PACIFIER

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September 2014

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A priceless gift from above

A precious gift that I love

A gift that feels what I feel

A gift that no one can steal

My pacifier when I am mad

Specially when something turn me sad

His smile blews my worries away

It's like a power that turn me on all the way

I can hug him tight when I feel hurt

And he hugs me back as if he knows my burst

Though he can't give advice yet, he is a good listener

Though he can't talk yet, he can sweeps away my fears

Though he can't understands yet, he can stop my tears

And his eyes sincerely telling me that...he is my only pacifier

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