Written by: Phyllis Ann Doros
Copyright � Sept, 1949
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My Daughter

Can she talk, they ask me�
Has she learned any new words today?
Here sweet, come let me see,
Now child, let me hear what you can say.

To speak, they beg her so�.
They even bribe her once-in-a-while.
She is still, til they go,
Then out pop her words through a quick smile.

Why, I ask, do they try?
When just like all other little girls,
She will learn, by and by,
Right now be content with�..just her curls.

In her face, I rejoice,
For there is beauty beyond compare.
False words are not my choice,
For in her eyes is a love I share.



                  Guess this covers my daughter
                  and yours and everyone else�s too!
Phyllis + Chris -1948

Phyllis + Chris -1948


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