Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Song of my Jau (3)

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When you smile, you look like a baby, the kind of babyboy I want to take in my arms and spoil with kisses and tenderness.

You don't have to call me baby, but I'll call you baby from time to time, that is, everytime you smile.

So, smile for me, rise and shine and be happy all the while.

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