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An Infant Asleep
Nothing does compare,
To the sight of a sleeping infant.
A baby so sweet and innocent,
Just sleeping without care.
An essence of total peace,
That leaves one spellbound.
The little one that is found,
Sleeping with ease.
This sight I do cherish.
My baby curled up in sleep.
This image I will keep,
For soon that vision will perish.
~ Leona M. Mars ~
©Leona M. Mars. All rights reserved
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