****Gift Of Life©

I am not my hair,
i am not my thighs:
what matters not
is my breast size.
I have been given
a gift of life,
that is no crock.
My breasts and such
are mere wrappings
on the outside
of the box!!!!
*May the breath
of spring
surround your
house everyday.
May the hand
of God knock
on your door,
making certain
your heart beats strong
all the way*
Copyright ©2006~S@L

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