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"Pocket of Love"

Everyday he is molding me
Each day he is growing more
One day I will soon be free
My pocket of love that I adore

All the while he is searching
For the long way home
For the time is soon approaching
When he will soon be all alone

I can't wait to see his precious face
And be with him until I can no more
When I have to return to that special place
Just to hold his hand once more
The Joy of Pregnancy: The Complete, Candid, and Reassuring Companion for Parents-to-Be

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